My adopted surname, Baccara, is in honor of a beautiful and rare "black" rose. Black roses aren't actually black, but the darkest of red. Their soft, delicate petals are lush and velvety. Exotic. Beautiful. Decadent. Fascinating. The black rose is a powerful symbol for me and perhaps for all Companions. From far away this rose looks "black" and observers assume from a distance that this rose is "black" and that is the extent of its reality. But those who get close, who wish to look past the exterior will appreciate the rose's complexity: the color isn't actually black, but deep red, preternaturally beautiful, the scent is sultry and the flower itself, luxurious to the touch.
I am the beautiful, decadent, exotic "black" rose.
More on black roses can be found here: Black Roses: Magic and Mysticism.
Ninon Baccara, The Voluptuous Libertine
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