Oriental

Spanish labdanum smells like warm, resinous amber kissed by sun-baked stone. Imagine honey that's been drizzled over leather and left to caramelize in the heat—sticky, slightly smoky, with undertones of incense and dried tobacco. There's a honeyed sweetness lurking beneath an almost animalic earthiness, reminiscent of walking into a centuries-old church filled with burning candles and wooden pews. It's hedonistic and slightly intoxicating, never delicate.

Floral

Turkish rose absolute is pure, concentrated rose at its most voluptuous and intoxicating. Imagine walking into a grand perfumery on a hot day—that honeyed, almost wine-like sweetness that catches in your throat. It's far richer than fresh rose petals; closer to the scent of crushed damask rose leaves left in the sun, with deep fruity undertones (blackcurrant, plum) and a whisper of spice. There's an almost animalic warmth beneath, slightly powdery, utterly sensual.