Citrus

Currant smells like biting into a tart berry—blackcurrant especially, which dominates perfumery. Imagine the sharp, almost peppery zing you'd get from cassis liqueur, married with a subtle leafy greenness and a hint of jammy sweetness underneath. It's neither purely fruity nor purely green; there's an almost savoury complexity, like the smell of blackcurrant leaves crushed between your fingers on a summer afternoon. Bright, slightly astringent, with a whisper of dark berries at dusk.

Floral

Frangipani smells like creamy, intoxicating tropical flowers with an almost buttery softness. Imagine the sweetness of vanilla and honey swirled with the delicate perfume of gardenias, then add a whisper of coconut and almond. It's densely floral but never sharp—instead, it's narcotic and powdery, like walking through a humid garden at dusk where exotic blossoms release their most seductive fragrance. The scent clings to your skin with a gentle, creamy warmth.