Green

Tarragon smells like a verdant whisper—imagine the anise-tinged greenery you'd encounter brushing past fresh herb gardens, but softer, more refined than fennel. There's a subtle sweetness reminiscent of liquorice root, layered beneath a crisp, almost peppery herbaceousness. It's the aroma released when you crush fresh tarragon leaves between your fingers: simultaneously sharp and velvety, with whispers of green apple and white pepper. Not aggressively spicy, but gently warming.

Floral

Violet smells like powdered sweetness with an almost creamy, slightly spicy undertone—imagine the delicate petals of a garden violet crushed between your fingers, mixed with a hint of almond and dry hay. It's softer than a rose, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. There's something almost edible about it, reminiscent of violet sweets or the faint perfume of talcum powder. The scent is gentle and nostalgic, neither purely floral nor purely sweet, creating an impression that's both aristocratic and intimate.