"decadent without" is not a complete phrase or sentence and is not grammatically correct.
It is missing a subject and verb. It could potentially be used as a phrase within a sentence, such as "The cake was decadent without any frosting," but it would need to be followed by a complete sentence to be grammatically correct. Here is an example: "The chocolate cake was decadent without any frosting, but it would have been even better with a layer of creamy buttercream on top."
The flourless chocolate cake was decadent enough without poached Bing cherries, two sauces (white chocolate and Earl Grey tea) and almond-cherry gelato.
Ajami makes it clear that Bashar was not his father's equal — neither in competence nor in temperament — and that an already despotic regime transformed into a decadent enterprise without the self-discipline that had once checked its worst abuses.
But half a century ago, in the midst of the Cold War, the masses craved a hero who was virile yet romantic, spartan yet decadent, principled without being ideological.
If you're watching your portion control, you can still enjoy all of the decadent holiday foods, without packing on the pounds.
Some artists might find a plug written as if it's for a face wash disconcerting, but 25-year-old Wise, a sculptor and visual artist, is both a critic of consumerism and a gleeful participant in it; she's extravagant, with a laundry list of indulgences she can't live without, including decadent food and tanning so regularly she's convinced she'll be a raisin in her old age.
To write it down like this might make it sound slightly embarrassing, and there's certainly something decadent about it all, but without the camp indulgences that can sometimes make decadence so appealing.
The most decadent, called Elisenlebkuchen, is made without flour.
We dipped spoons into the pot for a sample, and pronounced it very good — rich enough without being overly decadent, tart but not too sharply Worcestershire-laced (thanks, Mom) and vaguely sweet from the combination of scallops and chili sauce.
Perhaps it was hard to see how Bowie's apocalyptic lyrical fantasies could get any more lurid and strange, how his brand of glam rock could sound any more dense and decadent and diseased than this, without tipping into the realms of self-parody.
