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.

Woody

Oud is profoundly complex—imagine walking into a centuries-old wooden temple where incense has smouldered for generations. There's dark, animalic warmth reminiscent of leather and tobacco, threaded through with something almost medicinal and slightly funky, like aged wood that's been touched by earth and time. Some describe it as smoky-sweet, with whispers of honey and spice lurking beneath. It's neither floral nor fresh; it's introspective and dense, filling your senses with contemplative richness.