Floral

Angel's trumpet smells like creamy, almost narcotic sweetness—imagine stepping into a tropical greenhouse heavy with intoxicating white flowers. There's an indolic richness (that slightly animalic, fleshy quality found in jasmine and tuberose) paired with buttery, almost coconut-like creaminess. It's honeyed and heady, with a whisper of green, almost soapy freshness underneath. Think of the smell when you bury your face in a gardenia or tuberose at dusk—that dizzying, white-floral intensity that fills an entire room.

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.