Smokey patchouli, leather and unsweetened cherry wine open the scene with Wings of the Morrigan and it's like some awesome beast unfolds her wings with a smirk on her red-black lips. You can't look away and you know she is there to wreak vengeance on foolish mortals but you can't move and are compelled to bow down. The chocolate is extremely subtle and only appears under different conditions on my skin. Hours later the steel and stone (and hint of smoke) is all that remains with the leather bringing to mind a battlefield of yore. This is the darkest perfume I currently own and calls for special occasions or reading.