Citrus

Black cherry smells like biting into a plump, juicy cherry at peak ripeness—deep, slightly tart, with an almost winey undertone. It's darker and more sophisticated than bright red cherry; imagine the fruit's flesh has deepened to a burgundy so dark it's nearly black. There's a subtle almond-like quality beneath, with hints of leather and dried fruit. It's simultaneously sweet and slightly astringent, like the sensation of cherry skin against your teeth.

Floral

Damask Rose smells like the most sophisticated floral you've ever encountered—imagine walking into a sunlit garden where the air is thick with velvety petals. It's honeyed and slightly spicy, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. There's an almost powdery softness to it, reminiscent of high-quality rose water or dried petals from grandmother's linen drawer, yet it carries an unexpected fruity brightness—like red berries and ripe plums. It's unmistakably feminine without being cloying, and it commands attention without shouting.