Citrus

Green apple smells like biting into a crisp Granny Smith—tart, juicy, and almost mouth-puckeringly fresh. It's not the sweet, candied apple of desserts, but something brighter and greener: imagine the smell of the skin and flesh together, with a slight herbaceous edge underneath. There's a clean, almost squeaky quality, like polished fruit or fresh-cut stems. It feels sharp and energising rather than cosy.

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.