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.

Floral

Iris smells like powdered iris root—dusty, refined, slightly sweet. Imagine the scent of talcum powder mixed with subtle earth, a whisper of violet, and delicate woodiness. It's creamy and soft, reminiscent of expensive face powder from your grandmother's vanity, yet grounded with mineral-like dryness. Not floral in the obvious sense; rather, it's an elegant, almost grey-toned fragrance that feels sophisticated and rather androgynous, with a faint hint of buttered almonds underneath.