Floral

Bulgarian Rose smells like stepping into a lush rose garden at dawn—intensely floral but never perfume-y or artificial. It's honeyed and slightly fruity, with an almost jam-like sweetness reminiscent of rose petals preserved in sugar. There's a delicate spice underneath, a whisper of clove and geranium leaf greenness. It's rich and velvety, the olfactory equivalent of burying your face in fresh-picked petals.

Woody

Malayan oud smells like dark, resinous wood that's been slowly burning in an ancient temple—imagine the depth of wet earth after rain, threaded with bitter leather and a whisper of smoke. There's an animalic warmth beneath, almost creamy, like the inside of a leather jacket worn for decades. It's simultaneously woody and animalic, with a slight medicinal edge that catches in your nostrils. The scent feels heavy, grounding, profoundly grown-up—nothing sharp or bright.