Woody

Amber smells like warmth itself has been bottled. Imagine sun-baked resin, honey left out on a hot day, and the comforting scent of your skin after lying on a warm blanket. There's sweetness here—almost vanilla-like—but deeper, earthier, with hints of powdered spices and the faint smokiness of incense. It's simultaneously creamy and slightly bitter, like caramelised sugar with a woody undertone. It wraps around you like cashmere, never sharp or jarring.

Floral

Black orchid doesn't smell like fresh flowers plucked from a garden. Instead, imagine stepping into a dimly lit room where dark florals have been left to deepen and intensify—there's a velvety, almost creamy sweetness with undertones of powder and earth. It's rather like the scent of dried rose petals mixed with violet leaf, tinged with something almost animalic, slightly sensual, and utterly mysterious. There's a richness here, almost indolic (think the deeper notes of jasmine), without being overtly fruity or bright.