Floral

Egyptian jasmine absolute is intoxicatingly heady and sensual—imagine walking through a moonlit garden where white flowers drip with nectar. It's honeyed yet slightly indolic (think a whisper of animalic warmth, like skin after sun exposure), with creamy, almost buttery richness. There's an underlying greenness too, reminiscent of fresh plant stems and leaves. It's the smell of luxury and abandon combined: sophisticated florality with an almost flesh-like intimacy that feels dangerously close.

Floral

Iris tingitana smells like powdered violet petals mixed with soft, creamy butter and a whisper of fresh-cut grass. Imagine walking through a Moroccan garden after rain—there's an earthy, slightly peppery undertone that feels both delicate and substantial. It's not the bright, cheerful iris of spring gardens; rather, it's deeper, more sophisticated, with a subtle anisic warmth reminiscent of old perfume bottles found in grandmother's dressing table. The scent has an almost edible quality, like ground iris root mixed with pale leather and honeyed wood.