Citrus

Blackcurrant smells like biting into a dark, juicy berry—tart and slightly winey, with a peculiar green-edged sharpness that catches at the back of your nose. It's floral without being perfume-like, with hints of cassis liqueur and crushed blackberry leaves. There's an almost tannic dryness underneath, as though you've just eaten the skin of the fruit. It's simultaneously fruity and herbaceous, never cloying, with a cool, slightly spicy undertone that makes it feel sophisticated rather than sweet.

Floral

Jasminum grandiflorum absolute smells like stepping into a moonlit garden at midnight. It's intensely floral yet creamy—imagine honey-sweetened white flowers mixed with a subtle earthiness and a whisper of indole (that slightly animalic, almost fecal undertone that lends sophistication). There's an intoxicating richness here, almost narcotic, with soft fruity notes reminiscent of ripe peaches and a delicate spice. It's the fragrance equivalent of velvet against skin: luxurious, enveloping, impossible to ignore.