Floral

Egyptian jasmine absolute is intoxicatingly heady and sensual—imagine walking through a moonlit garden where white flowers drip with nectar. It's honeyed yet slightly indolic (think a whisper of animalic warmth, like skin after sun exposure), with creamy, almost buttery richness. There's an underlying greenness too, reminiscent of fresh plant stems and leaves. It's the smell of luxury and abandon combined: sophisticated florality with an almost flesh-like intimacy that feels dangerously close.

Floral

Turkish rose absolute is pure, concentrated rose at its most voluptuous and intoxicating. Imagine walking into a grand perfumery on a hot day—that honeyed, almost wine-like sweetness that catches in your throat. It's far richer than fresh rose petals; closer to the scent of crushed damask rose leaves left in the sun, with deep fruity undertones (blackcurrant, plum) and a whisper of spice. There's an almost animalic warmth beneath, slightly powdery, utterly sensual.