Oranzo

The bitter orange and petitgrain collision is immediate and bracing, almost abrasive—like biting into the pith rather than the flesh of the fruit. Tarragon crashes in within seconds, introducing a peppery-green spice that destabilises any expectation of a conventional citrus fragrance, leaving you momentarily uncertain whether you're smelling food or flora.

Orange blossom softens the herbal edges whilst simultaneously introducing a waxy, slightly bitter florality that prevents sweetness from taking hold. The spicy-green accord stabilises into a coherent whole, the tarragon and floral notes dancing in cool counterpoint, creating an almost minty freshness without any actual mint present.

The green notes dominate entirely, with musk providing only the faintest skin-scent warmth. You're left with the ghost of that herbaceous bitterness, a whisper rather than a declaration—a fragrance that's essentially evaporated into suggestion.