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.

Citrus

Minneola tangelo smells like that precise moment when you peel a mandarin and the oils burst into the air—but richer, juicier, and slightly deeper. Imagine biting into a perfectly ripe tangelo on a warm afternoon: there's a bright, almost honey-sweet citrus burst upfront, followed by a floral undertone that feels almost creamy. It's less sharp than lemon, less perfumey than bergamot, and carries a subtle spiced warmth beneath the fruit. Think fresh-squeezed juice with a whisper of honeyed nectar and warm skin.