Citrus

Black fig smells like biting into a ripe fig at the height of summer—jammy, sweetly fruity, with an almost creamy warmth. Beneath the fruity sweetness lies an earthy, slightly green undertone reminiscent of fig leaf (that peculiar papery-herbaceous quality), mingled with a subtle honey-like richness. It's indolic without being floral, with whispers of dried fruit compote and a velvety texture that coats the inside of your nose. Some detect a faint spice or peppery note lurking underneath—that's the fleshy, almost animalic quality that makes it compelling rather than simply fruity.

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.