Floral

Osmanthus absolute is like walking through a Chinese garden at dusk—honeyed and delicate, yet with an almost fruity brightness. Imagine the sweetness of ripe apricots crossed with fresh honey, tinged with a subtle almond-like creaminess. It's floral without being heady or perfume-counter obvious; rather, it smells like actual flowers you'd want to bury your face in. There's a gentle, slightly powdery warmth underneath, reminiscent of dried fruit or warm amber, making it feel simultaneously sophisticated and comforting.

Woody

Oud is profoundly complex—imagine walking into a centuries-old wooden temple where incense has smouldered for generations. There's dark, animalic warmth reminiscent of leather and tobacco, threaded through with something almost medicinal and slightly funky, like aged wood that's been touched by earth and time. Some describe it as smoky-sweet, with whispers of honey and spice lurking beneath. It's neither floral nor fresh; it's introspective and dense, filling your senses with contemplative richness.