DECADENCE is so gloomy. Brut or nevertheless spirits.??

Eternally to me it is not sat in place.
Pinning up a new perfumery pricker pushes to aroma with ten-year history.
But... not everything is as simple as it seems at first sight.
DECADENCE...
The word, and in my case perfume with the name Decadence, already draws attention to itself, that causing vague emotions too close to the foul.
What as a matter of fact designates a word "decadence".??
In translation from French it is translated as "decline". And here in the head sinomichny words begin to emerge: degradation, disintegration, depression, degeneration...
The picture appears not really iridescent, I would even tell that absolutely without gleam at the end of a tunnel.
The gloomy arches of the lit night club where the woman in a magnificent evening dress with a glass of sparkling champagne sits at a bar counter from black Eben's massif.
Not only her dress, and all image causes double feeling... what such graceful lady in vintage emerald jewelry, does in this marginal institution.
Frequenters of basement joint with curiosity look at beaten out from grungy surroundings lady which serenely smokes a cigarette in a mudshtuka, sipping cool brut.
The sung along men wish to get acquainted with the mysterious visitor, but them, something stops. From the mysterious stranger blows as terrible cold with smack of dangerous sexuality... and it causes concerns.
You draw such gloomy picture to yourself at the name Decadence when associations by no means gloomy.
Marc Jacobs crank that still
Created a smart clutch from skin of a reptile, having decorated with a heavy brush and having concluded in all this laksher magnificence perfume, soft on sounding. gave it the strange name.
Here, nevertheless does not match. Where an udovo-pachuliyevy gloom with a cloudy moss.?? These favourites are absent.
The elegant design of a bottle drew my attention nearly ten years ago, the composition, at that time seemed simple-minded, especially considering a perfume-Decadence name.
No, spirits after all were pleasant to me, but without fanaticism.
Recently learned that they were laid off. and now opened a season of hunting for this handsome man.
Perfume escapes from a stylish bottle plum wine in a crystal glass, with the edges powdered by a saffron.
Such sweet, viscous, strong black plums wine with the hissing chords of petals of roses.
But, wine fortress disappears and in a glass absolutely dry champagne with smack, whether iris, whether violaceous pastils begins to rage.
It is possible even to tell that it is cocktail from plum fruit liqueur with easy champagne.
Melody of these spirits weightless as if in May hot evening, you are picked up by a whirlwind of jasmine petals with characteristic tartness of distinguished vetiver.
In smooth silk of a loop the salty wave of a sea surf with spicy peppercorn rustles.
Very womanly perfume without any heaps of an uniseksovost. Only for ladies with refined sense of style.
The men who so far got drunk with strong cider were in thoughts: to approach or not the seductive aristocrat... she just disappeared.
It was dissolved in a dead air of night club.
And only on a rack of bar there were long gloves from thin skin with a marvelous smell of juicy papyrus in vials of champagne.