Citrus

Orange absolute smells nothing like the bright, sharp bite of fresh orange juice. Instead, imagine biting into an overripe orange left in the sun—deeply sweet, almost candied, with a velvety richness reminiscent of marmalade or candied peel. There's an underlying animalic warmth, almost creamy, like orange blossom honey mixed with worn leather. It's honeyed rather than citrusy in the traditional sense, with subtle woody undertones that feel almost narcotic.

Floral

Rose smells like romance bottled. Imagine walking through a garden after rain—that's the green, slightly damp quality. Then there's the sweetness: honeyed, sometimes with a whisper of spice and subtle fruit notes. Depending on the variety, you might detect hints of honey, jam, or even a peppery warmth. It's never cloying if it's genuine; there's an elegant complexity, a velvety depth that makes you want to inhale again.