Floral

Italian iris smells like expensive powdered makeup mixed with creamy butter and a whisper of earthy rootiness. Imagine the dusty, slightly sweet aroma of face powder, combined with the soft, almost edible quality of fresh-churned cream and a subtle mineral undertone reminiscent of damp soil after rain. It's refined and gentle—never sharp—with an almost velvety, skin-like quality that feels intimate rather than floral in the traditional sense. There's a faint almond or iris-root sweetness beneath.

Floral

Jasmine smells like honeyed sweetness wrapped in creamy silk. Imagine walking past a night-blooming garden after rain—you'll catch something intoxicating, almost indolic, with a touch of powder and subtle green leafiness. It's floral without being shrill; sensual without being cloying. There's a faint animalic warmth underneath, vaguely reminiscent of skin musk. The scent hovers between sophisticated perfume counter elegance and heady midnight romance—simultaneously delicate and deeply seductive.