Cruda by Morph Reviews & Perfume Facts

Cruda "... was all that she wore that night."


It does not take many words to speak describe her and maybe it was fate that I met her. Some women have stolen my heart, but she is the only one that ... stole my soul. She always presented herself to me in a pure and undisguised way: No makeup, no clothes and no jewelry. The only scent was her skin. And that was how I perceived her: pure, clear, absolutely natural – the way God created her. The encounter with her felt like a transmigration of my soul. Later in the fragrance lab, I relied upon my memory. The only thing she had worn was her scent and now this perfume is the only thing I have left of her. Perhaps this fragrance will seduce you as much as it does me.


This story has neither place nor time. It doesn’t need an its own dimension to live, because this story it’s life itself. You could contextualize it in a far away time or just few days ago, it doesn’t matter.


Time and place are simply details compare to the true essence of the things. You don’t need too many details to speak about her, you don’t need any redundances or pretenses. You need only few words.

What does it matter her name? Don’t call her, she wouldn’t have answered. Viola. Erica. Or Sophia. You must just known that sooner or later I had to meet someone like her. A real woman. Simply imperfect.


She is the only one that has enchanted my heart. Many girls has tried to stole my heart, but she is the only one that has stolen my soul.

Believe me, when someone steal your soul it is very different. There is nothing else that makes you happy, nothing that you desire, nothing that you want, nothing that you dream. Because you are not the same person you were before, you don’t exist. You don’t know what you like or don’t, you don’t know if it’s night or day, or maybe you know it, but it doesn’t matter to you. Everything becames a detail, and the details have no value. I will talk about that night.
She was there in front of me. No make up changing the beauty of her lineaments or the taste of her lips. No dress covering the perfection of her shapes, no barriers between our lustful bodies. I felt my asleep desire re-emerging next to her, the most natural emotion.

The instinct took the place of the rationality, the thoughts ran away followed by the actions.

Can you imagine how you would be hungry looking at raw food?

A delicious taste that you never tasted before, not altered by the conventions. A transgression of the soul. Without spices changing the flavour , without cooking that mitigates its flavor. A moment of hesitation and then the instinct that arrives suddenly.

Its smell will seduce you .. Simply but irresistibly appealing, because it’s true, real. Maybe you will understand that you have always desired it unconsciously. As something that has to be consumed quickly, because you can not wait, because you do not want to wait.

That night was followed by many other nights. And she was always there, in front of me. Raw.

Relying only on my nose, I reproduced her scent in the lab. The only thing that she wore those nights. The only thing I have left of her.