Woody

Amber smells like warmth itself has been bottled. Imagine sun-baked resin, honey left out on a hot day, and the comforting scent of your skin after lying on a warm blanket. There's sweetness here—almost vanilla-like—but deeper, earthier, with hints of powdered spices and the faint smokiness of incense. It's simultaneously creamy and slightly bitter, like caramelised sugar with a woody undertone. It wraps around you like cashmere, never sharp or jarring.

Citrus

Kiwano smells like the delicate, almost crystalline freshness of biting into a ripe kiwifruit—that bright, green, slightly tart quality with subtle melon undertones. Imagine the juicy, watery essence of freshly sliced kiwi flesh combined with a whisper of honeydew melon, stripped of heaviness and left utterly transparent. It's refreshingly vegetal without being grassy, more like the cool, slightly tangy juice that runs down your chin than the fruit's flesh itself. There's an almost ozonic quality—like captured morning dew on green fruit.