Floral

Angel's trumpet smells like creamy, almost narcotic sweetness—imagine stepping into a tropical greenhouse heavy with intoxicating white flowers. There's an indolic richness (that slightly animalic, fleshy quality found in jasmine and tuberose) paired with buttery, almost coconut-like creaminess. It's honeyed and heady, with a whisper of green, almost soapy freshness underneath. Think of the smell when you bury your face in a gardenia or tuberose at dusk—that dizzying, white-floral intensity that fills an entire room.

Citrus

Bergamot smells like someone's just peeled a ripe orange in bright morning sunlight—that initial burst of citrus sweetness combined with something distinctly floral and almost tea-like. It's lighter and more delicate than lemon or grapefruit, with a subtle bittersweet edge and a powdery, slightly herbaceous undertone that lingers. Imagine Earl Grey tea without the tannins, mixed with candied orange peel and a whisper of honeyed florals. It's simultaneously fresh and warm, crisp yet creamy.