The Black Narcissus

You can just picture it.

“Wow, you smell divine.

What is that?”

“It’s called ‘Death and decay”.




Simon Constantine’s floral provocation for the always intriguing Gorilla Perfumes is a glowing, creamy white hypnosis of soap and mothball lilies, not quite as indolic as I anticipated, given the scent’s premise of purposefully stretching the funeral palls’s cusp of rot and fullness to breaking point (though in truth I didn’t quite dare to spray it on the skin to find out); effulgent, floating, and  luminous.

Death And Decay smells like a woman in Pure Distance’s Opardu crying  tears at a funeral parlour; a spray of convalescent lilies, an air-conditioned ambience, and a set of freshly scrubbed undertaker’s hands. Beguiling if a touch creepy, this is a blend that draws me in ( to a certain extent ), with its cool, pungent allure, if ultimately, in truth I prefer warmer, more spiced…

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