Oriental

Cashmere doesn't smell like the fabric itself—it's an olfactory illusion conjured by perfumers. It's primarily the sensation of extreme softness translated into scent: creamy, powdery, and almost edible. Imagine the warmth of skin after applying luxurious body lotion, mingled with almond milk, sandalwood, and a whisper of vanilla. There's a gentle sweetness without being cloying, plus an almost imperceptible muskiness that feels like a cashmere blanket wrapped around you. It's comforting, intimate, and utterly non-threatening—the olfactory equivalent of sinking into something impossibly plush.

Oriental

Frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple during incense ceremony—warm, slightly woody, with a subtle sweetness reminiscent of honey and old paper. There's a peppery, almost medicinal sharpness underneath, like the smell of a spice bazaar, combined with a dry, resinous warmth comparable to burning cedar wood. It's slightly creamy and balsamic, with whispers of citrus and pine. Imagine inhaling the aroma from inside a leather-bound antique book left in sunshine—that complexity and depth.