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

Tuberose absolute is intoxicatingly creamy and indolic—imagine the headiness of gardenias crossed with coconut cream, powdered almond, and a whisper of something animalic and slightly funky. It's honeyed but not fruity, with an almost meaty richness underneath. Fresh tuberose smells like standing downwind from a garden at dusk; the absolute—the concentrated extract—amplifies this into something utterly sensual and slightly overwhelming, like breathing in flowers so fragrant they feel almost edible.