Floral

Orange blossom smells like wedding day innocence—delicate, honeyed, and sweetly intoxicating. Imagine stepping into a Mediterranean grove where bitter orange trees are in full bloom: there's a creamy, almost waxy floral sweetness reminiscent of jasmine, but airier and less heady. It carries subtle citrus whispers (the ghost of orange peel) beneath layers of creamy butter and almond milk. There's something both ethereal and sensual about it—less heavy than gardenia, more refined than rose, with a green, slightly bitter edge that keeps it from being cloying.

Floral

Orris smells like powdered iris root mixed with subtle violet—imagine walking into a high-end cosmetics counter where face powder sits beside fresh violets. It's creamy and slightly woody, with an almost buttery softness that feels both ethereal and grounding. There's a whisper of earthiness (like damp soil after rain) underpinning delicate floral notes. Pure orris root carries a faint aniseed sweetness and a dry, mineral quality reminiscent of old library paper or iris petals pressed between pages. It's sophisticated without being perfumey—genuinely calming.