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

Jasmine smells like honeyed sweetness wrapped in creamy silk. Imagine walking past a night-blooming garden after rain—you'll catch something intoxicating, almost indolic, with a touch of powder and subtle green leafiness. It's floral without being shrill; sensual without being cloying. There's a faint animalic warmth underneath, vaguely reminiscent of skin musk. The scent hovers between sophisticated perfume counter elegance and heady midnight romance—simultaneously delicate and deeply seductive.