Woody

Ambrette smells like warm, slightly sweet timber with a subtle musks-like softness—imagine the dry wood of a cedar chest mingled with the faintest whisper of animal warmth and skin. It's neither aggressively woody nor perfume-counter musky; instead, it's gently creamy and intimate, with a hint of spice lurking beneath. Think of inhaling the scent of aged sandalwood that's been sitting next to a bowl of vanilla beans. It's comforting, almost skin-like in its adhesiveness.

Floral

Iris smells like powdered iris root—dusty, refined, slightly sweet. Imagine the scent of talcum powder mixed with subtle earth, a whisper of violet, and delicate woodiness. It's creamy and soft, reminiscent of expensive face powder from your grandmother's vanity, yet grounded with mineral-like dryness. Not floral in the obvious sense; rather, it's an elegant, almost grey-toned fragrance that feels sophisticated and rather androgynous, with a faint hint of buttered almonds underneath.