Floral

Indian jasmine sambac is intoxicating and creamy—imagine the heady sweetness of fresh jasmine blossoms on a warm evening, laced with something almost milky and powdery. There's an indolic richness (that's the slightly animalic, almost fleshy undertone) that makes it feel voluptuous rather than delicate. It's the scent of stepping into a moonlit garden where flowers have been warming in the sun all day, releasing their most intimate perfume. Beneath the floral sweetness lies a subtle spice, with hints of honey and a whisper of something vaguely musty—utterly seductive and slightly intoxicating.

Spicy

Saffron smells like warm honey touched by smoke, with an underlying earthiness reminiscent of dried autumn leaves. Imagine the aroma of golden turmeric, but more refined and mysteriously bitter—think of expensive spice markets where threads of crimson-gold sit in wooden bowls. There's a subtle animalic quality, almost leathery, paired with a faint metallic sweetness. It's intoxicating rather than fresh, wrapping around you like cashmere warmed by sunlight.