Woody

Ambreine smells like the warm, slightly salty heart of amber itself—that mysterious substance that washes ashore. Imagine walking past a driftwood bonfire on a beach at dusk: there's a creamy, almost buttery softness beneath hints of sea salt and resin. It's deeply woody yet strangely gourmand, with a gentle animalic undertone reminiscent of skin musk or aged leather. The overall effect is profoundly comforting and sensual, like wrapping yourself in a cashmere blanket by a fireplace.

Floral

Rose smells like romance bottled. Imagine walking through a garden after rain—that's the green, slightly damp quality. Then there's the sweetness: honeyed, sometimes with a whisper of spice and subtle fruit notes. Depending on the variety, you might detect hints of honey, jam, or even a peppery warmth. It's never cloying if it's genuine; there's an elegant complexity, a velvety depth that makes you want to inhale again.