Rostracto

(To be read as Morgan Freeman) Beautiful, young Rostracto glides along the autumnal path, though her bright green roller-skates suggest a nod to spring. She winks at the legendary statesman, one Chanel's Egoïste, as she passes him. Pipe in hand, and out for his daily stroll, Egoïste sports an aromatic carnation on the lapel of his tweed jacket — pulled from the closet for the first time this season, the pockets of which contain his polished brass lighter and companion Czech tool. As a rule, he never strays from the path during these walks, but this is more for the sake of regimen, than it is an aversion to adventure. His quiet dignity suddenly skewered by the bitter green shock of artemisia, he catches Rostracto sticking out her tongue, in what seems to be the flirtatious mocking of his apparent agedness. The serenity of his daily ritual abruptly upended, she takes off skating flowing circles around him; a sensual plume of smoke detectable as it twirls in and out from her musky wake. Free from the weight of dense spices that keep him planted firm in his leather boots, she instead dances on air; making him appear as though stubbornly rooted to the grounds through which the path forges. She blows him a kiss, and tucks away into the fragrant underbrush of the lush evergreens. Compelled, with a long pull from his pipe he follows her cautiously, emerging on the other side to himself waist deep in what could possibly be the most mythical wild rose garden ever imagined. The sweet smell of the infinite dewy roses drowns out most of everything as the aroma fills his lungs, fully and to the point of utter intoxication. He struggles to make sense of her shape through the intense floral haze, but manages to bear witness as she trims one of the dreamy blossoms from its thorn-laden stem, allowing it to tumble gently into her satchel, where it becomes company to a dozen or so more. She turns, and now breathtakingly ethereal, drifts over to him, planting a perfect specimen of a rose in his warm, creased hand before evaporating into the surrounding mist. Scent: Photorealistic Rose. Smoky. Woodsy. Application: Roll-on. Inner elbows. Longevity: I get 6-8 hours on mixed skin type. Projection/Sillage: Moderate. Not overwhelming in intimate scenarios ;) Overall: I looove Rostracto, but also know I am heavily biased towards rose-centric and fir fragrances. One of my favourites from Rogue Perfumery. Well done M. Cross!

Delightfully different , a very unique fragrance quite possibly a little strange in a way like an abstract painting of a rose. The rose is the main player of the fragrance but it's not a pure realistic rose smell. It is an abstract interpretation of a rose made possible by brilliant blending techniques of Manny Cross . The smoke, fir, spice , cedar and artemisia add enough to bring this rose to a completely different place in olfactory senses. I have been to Turkey and I have tasted Turkish delight which is much sweeter than this fragrance. This one is a very dry rose and to my nose on my skin this smells quite like a glass of Sloe gin maybe mixed with a bit of orange juice.A "Sloe screw" they used to call the drink and It gives me that impression, I have fond memories of that concoction from when I worked as a musician on the Cruise lines back in the late 80's. I purchased the full bottle of Rostracto after sampling the roll on in my sampler set. It is not a sexy date night scent for sure but I think for casual day wear you are good with this as it isn't offensive and presents a unique spicy element which is not sweet and nauseating. It would be a clever signature scent sure to not have many noses on this smell before. I do not agree with the ranking of this and would probably have it as a 4.15 score. Anyway 7.5 /10 for me.

Very uneleguant and strong start that quickly morph into something much more pleasant and beautiful. Seems very nostalgic to me, for reasons I can't really understand/explain. The marketing around the perfume resolves mostly around roses (duh), but in my personal opinion I find its woody aspect way more interesting. There is also some casual oud and musk notes that could be decisive for some people's appreciation of the perfume. It could come to some as really masculine because of the strong start, but it becomes more "androgynous" (in a weird and cool way) and gender-confusing after only a few minutes. Love it. Would recommand sampling before buying though.

A wildfire that sweeps through a field of roses and the surrounding forest. Animalic nuances here too, civet-y almost. Dry down is fresh hay. I love that this smells like the countryside on fire. Great stuff from Cross, again. He’s so great at using vintage aldehydes and modern Ambroxan in his creations.

Another masterpiece from Master Cross. I didn't know i needed it and here i am now wearing it on a regular basis. Classic, classy, old school, very masculine. Don't let the rose trick you into thinking it is a feminine leaning scent. it is an old school scent with reminiscence of Tabac Vert.