Floral

Cyclamen smells like a delicate, slightly peppery floral with an almost metallic, mineral whisper beneath. Imagine fresh petals crushed between your palms—there's a green, slightly bitter undertone reminiscent of crushed stems and leaves. It's softer than a rose, more ethereal than a peony, with a subtle spiciness that catches you by surprise, like discovering pepper hidden amongst a bouquet of spring flowers. There's also an indefinable freshness, almost ozonic, that keeps it from feeling too sweet or heavy.

Spicy

Mace is the peculiar crimson lace that wraps nutmeg's seed—and it smells like nutmeg's sophisticated, slightly sharper older sibling. Imagine warm spiced honey with peppery heat, yet somehow more refined and delicate than its relative. There's a subtle floral-woody dryness beneath, almost like old library leather dusted with cinnamon and clove. When you smell it pure, there's a gentle sweetness that doesn't cloy, paired with a warming piquancy that tingles faintly on the olfactory nerve—familiar yet distinctly aristocratic.