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

White flowers smell like pristine elegance captured in a bottle. Imagine walking through a moonlit garden where gardenias, tuberose, and jasmine bloom simultaneously—intensely sweet but never cloying, with a creamy, almost powdery softness. There's an intoxicating richness reminiscent of fresh cream and honeyed almonds, yet with an ethereal quality, as if the scent itself is luminous. It's both delicate and commanding, filling a room with an almost hedonistic whisper. If sweetness had a texture, white flowers would be velvet.