Citrus

Black fig smells like biting into a ripe fig at the height of summer—jammy, sweetly fruity, with an almost creamy warmth. Beneath the fruity sweetness lies an earthy, slightly green undertone reminiscent of fig leaf (that peculiar papery-herbaceous quality), mingled with a subtle honey-like richness. It's indolic without being floral, with whispers of dried fruit compote and a velvety texture that coats the inside of your nose. Some detect a faint spice or peppery note lurking underneath—that's the fleshy, almost animalic quality that makes it compelling rather than simply fruity.

Oriental

Frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple during incense ceremony—warm, slightly woody, with a subtle sweetness reminiscent of honey and old paper. There's a peppery, almost medicinal sharpness underneath, like the smell of a spice bazaar, combined with a dry, resinous warmth comparable to burning cedar wood. It's slightly creamy and balsamic, with whispers of citrus and pine. Imagine inhaling the aroma from inside a leather-bound antique book left in sunshine—that complexity and depth.