Oriental

Myrrh smells like incense and ancient temples—warm, slightly smoky, and deeply resinous. Imagine the dusty sweetness of aged wood combined with a subtle bitterness, like burnt honey with a whisper of medicinal earthiness. There's a dry, almost leathery quality that coats your mouth when you breathe it in. It's not bright or cheerful; rather, it feels ceremonial and contemplative, reminiscent of the aroma rising from a church censer or the lingering scent in a spice merchant's shop.

Floral

White lily smells like walking into a grand church on a summer morning—that heady, almost intoxicating sweetness that fills the air with an almost ethereal presence. Imagine honeyed florals mixed with a whisper of powder and a touch of green stem-like freshness. It's intensely perfumed, creamy, and slightly indolic (with faint animalic notes reminiscent of skin musk). The scent is bold rather than delicate, filling your nostrils with a buttery, almost narcotic floral richness that lingers. It's both innocent and sensual simultaneously—like stepping into an expensive silk gown.