Floral

Indian jasmine sambac is intoxicating and creamy—imagine the heady sweetness of fresh jasmine blossoms on a warm evening, laced with something almost milky and powdery. There's an indolic richness (that's the slightly animalic, almost fleshy undertone) that makes it feel voluptuous rather than delicate. It's the scent of stepping into a moonlit garden where flowers have been warming in the sun all day, releasing their most intimate perfume. Beneath the floral sweetness lies a subtle spice, with hints of honey and a whisper of something vaguely musty—utterly seductive and slightly intoxicating.

Woody

Indonesian patchouli smells like damp earth after rain mixed with old leather and burnt wood. Imagine walking through a tropical forest floor where decomposing leaves release a rich, almost earthy sweetness—not unpleasant, but deeply grounded. There's a subtle spice beneath it, reminiscent of cloves or cinnamon, with hints of dark chocolate and tobacco leaf. It's heavy, sensual, and slightly animalic; the smell of something authentic and weathered rather than refined.