Oriental

Frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple during incense ceremony—warm, slightly woody, with a subtle sweetness reminiscent of honey and old paper. There's a peppery, almost medicinal sharpness underneath, like the smell of a spice bazaar, combined with a dry, resinous warmth comparable to burning cedar wood. It's slightly creamy and balsamic, with whispers of citrus and pine. Imagine inhaling the aroma from inside a leather-bound antique book left in sunshine—that complexity and depth.

Citrus

Yuzu smells like a more sophisticated, delicate citrus than its louder cousins lemon and grapefruit. Imagine biting into a mandarin that's been kissed with floral perfume—there's honeyed sweetness beneath the bright peel, with subtle herbal whispers and an almost creamy roundness. It's crisp without being sharp, with a mysterious depth that lingers on the skin like a gentle, slightly spicy warmth. Less acidic than lime, more elegant than orange.