Green

Absinth smells like the ghost of a licorice sweet that's been sharpened with something menthol-keen and herbaceous. Imagine biting into a fresh anise seed, then the bite transforms into something green and slightly bitter—like wormwood leaves crushed between your fingers, with whispers of mint and wet grass. There's an almost medicinal quality, reminiscent of old apothecary cabinets and absinthe liqueur itself. It's simultaneously sweet and austere, inviting yet slightly unsettling—the scent equivalent of something beautiful but dangerous.

Floral

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.