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.

Woody

Oud is profoundly complex—imagine walking into a centuries-old wooden temple where incense has smouldered for generations. There's dark, animalic warmth reminiscent of leather and tobacco, threaded through with something almost medicinal and slightly funky, like aged wood that's been touched by earth and time. Some describe it as smoky-sweet, with whispers of honey and spice lurking beneath. It's neither floral nor fresh; it's introspective and dense, filling your senses with contemplative richness.