Floral

Orris concrete smells like powdered violets dusted with buttery cream and a whisper of dusty iris root—imagine walking through a Victorian parlour where old silk cushions have absorbed decades of floral perfume. There's an earthy, almost potato-like undertone that grounds the sweetness, with subtle hints of wood shavings and wet cardboard. It's deeply nostalgic and slightly peppery, like inhaling the scent of expensive face powder mixed with old books and dried flowers pressed between pages.

Floral

Rose absolute smells like walking into a florist's shop on a warm afternoon—intensely floral, honeyed, and almost intoxicating. It's far richer and more opulent than fresh rose petals; imagine the deepest, most concentrated essence of a velvety red rose with layers of honey, dried fruits, and a whisper of green earthiness. There's an almost spicy warmth beneath the sweetness, with faint notes of leather and tea. It's simultaneously elegant and sensual, never delicate—this is the perfume equivalent of a full-bodied red wine.