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

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.