And among them, Rose Flash was my favourite.
Andy never wanted this flash rose dissected or analysed — and I won’t. Some perfumes are meant to be felt, not studied. Rose Flash is one of those rare fragrances that bypasses intellect and goes straight to the heart.
It’s a beautiful, sweet, jammy ROSE — and I write that in capitals because it feels like every rose that ever bloomed: lush garden roses, wild hedgerow blooms, the memory of petals crushed between fingers. It’s radiant, confident, and full of life. The scent lingers with extraordinary tenacity and leaves a warm, velvety trail that seems to hum on the skin.
If there’s one complaint, it’s that it stays true to itself — rather linear.
But then again, so is the rose. And perhaps that’s its quiet perfection.
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