Deep, dark and dry. There is not a shred of lightness to this fragrance. It goes on and on and on in the velvety blackness of eternity. Vetiver and black pepper, lavender and earth, a “black” patchouli, a slight slight slight bit of tarragon. This is the theory about which Stewart told Isabella and made her shriek with glee at the very idea of holes in space which would not even let out a shard of light. How absurd! How romantic. Like Paulo and Francesca in the Fifth Canto of the Inferno, or our lovers here in Dark Matter.