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

Peach smells like biting into sun-warmed fruit—fuzzy skin and all. There's a gentle sweetness, almost creamy, paired with a whisper of tartness that makes your mouth water. It's softer than citrus, less sharp; imagine the honeyed warmth of apricot jam mixed with fresh stone fruit, with an ever-so-slight floral undertone. Natural peach is dappled with subtle woody notes that ground the sweetness, creating something genuinely fruity rather than candy-like.