Floral

Iris smells like powdered iris root—dusty, refined, slightly sweet. Imagine the scent of talcum powder mixed with subtle earth, a whisper of violet, and delicate woodiness. It's creamy and soft, reminiscent of expensive face powder from your grandmother's vanity, yet grounded with mineral-like dryness. Not floral in the obvious sense; rather, it's an elegant, almost grey-toned fragrance that feels sophisticated and rather androgynous, with a faint hint of buttered almonds underneath.

Fresh

Mothball carries a distinctly sharp, almost medicinal pungency—imagine walking into a vintage wardrobe after decades of storage. It smells acrid and slightly chemical, reminiscent of camphor or naphthalene, with an underlying mineral coolness. There's a peculiar brightness to it, almost crystalline, like inhaling camphorated vapour mixed with something faintly antiseptic. It's simultaneously clean and oppressive, conjuring memories of old linen closets and grandmother's cedar chests.