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I am on the petals of roses and on the wounds of war.

My name is red.

I am scarlet or carmine. I embody desire, passion, seduction and strength.

I reveal myself and catch the eye.

But what does being a color really mean?

If you had to describe me to a person blind from birth, what would you say?

Well, you see, I am primarily a feeling.

If I were a fabric, I would be velvet.

If I were a flavour, I would fill the mouth with a taste of flesh and blood.

And if I were a perfume?

I would be both powerful and enveloping, vivid, scandalous and enchanting; I would be reassuring and narcotic, majestic and hypnotic.