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.

Aquatic

Fleur de sel doesn't smell like salt in the literal sense—there's no briny, mineral punch. Instead, it captures something far more ethereal: the clean, crystalline quality of sea air meeting sun-warmed skin. Imagine standing on a Breton coastline at dawn, where salt crystals catch morning light and release a subtle, almost ozonic freshness—slightly peppery, whisper-thin, with a faint saline-mineral undertone. It's like smelling the memory of the ocean rather than the ocean itself, reminiscent of laundry dried in coastal wind.