Dark, dark, dark. The scent of earth (from Transylvania), combined with the blackest fig, and black aged Patchouli. Then a layer of the most lovely black sandalwood. This is the way that the dark prince himself must smell. Ravishing, dangerous, silky, strong, and irresistible.
For all of its beauty, Dracula Rising has a slightly astringent edge which I find perfectly in keeping with the prick of the fang on soft yielding neck flesh.