Woody

Malayan oud smells like dark, resinous wood that's been slowly burning in an ancient temple—imagine the depth of wet earth after rain, threaded with bitter leather and a whisper of smoke. There's an animalic warmth beneath, almost creamy, like the inside of a leather jacket worn for decades. It's simultaneously woody and animalic, with a slight medicinal edge that catches in your nostrils. The scent feels heavy, grounding, profoundly grown-up—nothing sharp or bright.

Floral

Violet smells like powdered sweetness with an almost creamy, slightly spicy undertone—imagine the delicate petals of a garden violet crushed between your fingers, mixed with a hint of almond and dry hay. It's softer than a rose, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. There's something almost edible about it, reminiscent of violet sweets or the faint perfume of talcum powder. The scent is gentle and nostalgic, neither purely floral nor purely sweet, creating an impression that's both aristocratic and intimate.