Citrus

Mango smells like a ripe, sun-warmed fruit—fleshy sweetness with a subtle floral undertone that's almost creamy. Imagine biting into the soft flesh of a perfectly ripened mango on a warm afternoon: there's honeyed sweetness, a whisper of peach fuzz, and a faintly resinous tropical warmth underneath. It's less sharp than citrus; more voluptuous and rounded, with a velvety texture that lingers on the palate of your nose rather than sparkling across it.

Woody

Nagarmotha smells like walking through an ancient temple after incense has burned down to ash—earthy, warm, and deeply grounding. Imagine wet soil after monsoon rain mixed with subtle spice and a whisper of something resinous. There's a faint sweetness underneath, almost like dried grass warmed by sun. It's not floral or fresh; it's the smell of deep earth, aged wood, and quiet meditation. Slightly bitter, never sharp—more like the scent clinging to your hands after handling sandalwood beads.