Smoky & Earthy

Ash doesn't smell like burnt wood residue—it's far more sophisticated. Imagine the cool, mineral-tinged air in a stone fireplace hours after flames have died, mingled with faint charcoal dust and the ghost of smoke. There's a subtle, almost chalky dryness coupled with a quietly acrid undertone—like standing near a smouldering campfire at dawn. It's austere, slightly earthy, and carries whispers of burnt paper and stone. Utterly devoid of sweetness, it creates an almost creeping, contemplative atmosphere rather than warmth.

Floral

Rose smells like romance bottled. Imagine walking through a garden after rain—that's the green, slightly damp quality. Then there's the sweetness: honeyed, sometimes with a whisper of spice and subtle fruit notes. Depending on the variety, you might detect hints of honey, jam, or even a peppery warmth. It's never cloying if it's genuine; there's an elegant complexity, a velvety depth that makes you want to inhale again.