Floral

Black rose doesn't smell like a literal rose—it's far darker and more mysterious. Imagine a classic red rose's sweet perfume, but aged in shadows: deeper, slightly dusty, with whispers of dried petals, old leather, and dark plum. There's an almost gothic richness to it, velvety and slightly smoky, as though you're smelling a rose that's been pressed between vintage book pages for years. It carries hints of anise, tobacco leaf, and dark berries—sensual rather than fresh.

Oriental

Labdanum smells like walking into an ancient library where leather-bound books meet honeyed amber. It's warm, slightly resinous, and vaguely medicinal—imagine dried apricots dusted with incense, with a subtle leather undertone and a hint of barnyard earthiness. There's a sticky, almost tar-like quality that feels both precious and primal. It's the scent of luxurious comfort with an unexpected roughness, rather like wrapping yourself in a worn cashmere blanket that smells faintly of honey and smoke.