Floral

Damask Rose smells like the most sophisticated floral you've ever encountered—imagine walking into a sunlit garden where the air is thick with velvety petals. It's honeyed and slightly spicy, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. There's an almost powdery softness to it, reminiscent of high-quality rose water or dried petals from grandmother's linen drawer, yet it carries an unexpected fruity brightness—like red berries and ripe plums. It's unmistakably feminine without being cloying, and it commands attention without shouting.

Woody

Imagine walking through damp earth after rain, then crushing dried autumn leaves in your hands. That's patchouli's essence: earthy, almost animalic, with a subtle sweetness lurking underneath. It smells vaguely like rich soil mixed with dried tobacco and a whisper of chocolate. There's a dark, slightly musty quality—think opening an antique wooden chest. It's grounding and intensely aromatic, never delicate. Fresh patchouli has peppery brightness; aged patchouli becomes deeper, warmer, almost leather-like.