Woody

Ebony smells like the dark, polished wood of a grand piano—rich, austere, and deeply mineral. Imagine walking into an exclusive library where ancient hardwood furniture has absorbed decades of leather-bound silence. There's a slight smoky undertone, almost like the faint char of expensive wood shavings, paired with an earthy dryness that recalls freshly sanded timber. It's sophisticated without being sweet, possessing an almost austere, ink-like quality that feels noble and withdrawn.

Floral

Tagetes smells like a peculiar marriage of bitter herbs and sweet flowers—imagine crushed marigold petals mixed with petrol and anise. There's a sharp, almost peppery greenness, with whispers of carnation and clove. It's not immediately "pretty," rather it's pungent and slightly medicinal, reminiscent of crushed tomato leaves on a summer's day. Some detect honeyed undertones, but it's fundamentally an acquired, sophisticated scent that feels more botanical than traditionally floral.