Fresh

Aldehydes smell like a crisp, almost electric freshness—imagine the sharp, waxy brightness of a newly opened bar of soap, or that clean snap you get when you peel the white pith from inside a lemon skin. There's a slightly soapy, almost metallic quality that's oddly luxurious and powdery. They're not quite fruity or citrus themselves, but rather the *idea* of cleanliness—the scent of polished surfaces and starched linen. Some find them slightly peppery or even a touch metallic, like touching a cool stainless steel sink on a bright morning.

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.