{"id":83,"date":"2025-08-19T17:15:18","date_gmt":"2025-08-19T17:15:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yaura.co.uk\/?page_id=83"},"modified":"2025-08-20T22:02:12","modified_gmt":"2025-08-20T22:02:12","slug":"tom-ford-black-orchid","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/yaura.co.uk\/index.php\/sample-page\/tom-ford-black-orchid\/","title":{"rendered":"Tom Ford: Black Orchid"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Perfumers: David Apel and Pierre Negrin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The scent of decadence with a dark undercurrent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suitable for: All year round, masculine. Red carpets, balls, opera, dates to impress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Top Notes<\/td>Middle Notes<\/td>Base Notes<\/td><\/tr>
Black Truffle, Gardenia, Black Currant<\/td>Black Orchid, Spices, Ylang Ylang <\/td>Rum Absolute, Patchouli<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
His hands, stained with the sun's last wine,
Clasp a chalice carved from darkness and divine.
He moves not with the clamor of the feast,
But with a secret scent from west to east.

Not grapes alone, but something rich and deep,
A dark truffle where secrets softly sleep.
And from his skin, a ghost of orchid blooms,
That haunts the air in shadowy, velvet rooms.

He is the god of madness, yes, and pleasure,
But this perfume is his silent, private treasure.
The scent of earth, of bittersweet decay,
A truth he wears when all the masks are put away.

The boisterous laughter dies upon the breeze,
He feels the cool of night among the trees.
And in that quiet, sensual, fading light,
He is both Dionysus and the endless night.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
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