Floral

Apple blossom smells like spring itself—delicate, powdery, and ethereal. Imagine standing beneath an orchard in bloom: there's a subtle sweetness reminiscent of honey and fresh cream, paired with green, almost watery freshness that feels cool and crisp. It's not fruity like a ripe apple; instead, it's more like inhaling the floral essence before the fruit arrives—slightly aldehydic, with whispers of white florals and a hint of almost almond-like softness. The effect is innocent and gently intoxicating.

Floral

Wild rose smells like walking through an overgrown garden at dawn—honeyed, slightly green, with a peppery bite underneath. It's fresher and more assertive than cultivated rose; there's a tannic, almost tea-like quality, reminiscent of rosehip and damp foliage. Imagine crushing rose petals between your fingers, then catching a whiff of the stems and leaves—that's the green, slightly sharp character. It has a subtle fruitiness, like biting into a rose hip, with none of the cloying sweetness of hothouse varieties.