Citrus

Calamondin smells like a brighter, sharper cousin of mandarin—imagine biting into a small, intensely acidic citrus fruit on a humid tropical morning. There's a piercing green-orange zestiness, almost lime-like in its tartness, but with creamy, waxy undertones reminiscent of bitter orange peel. It's less sweet than orange and more austere than lemon; imagine the puckering brightness of seville orange crossed with the green, slightly herbaceous snap of unripe citrus. The aroma is simultaneously juicy and dry, with a faint floral whisper.

Oriental

Tolu balm smells like walking into a candlelit room after someone's been baking spiced biscuits. Imagine warm vanilla cream threaded with cinnamon, clove, and a whisper of leather—almost medicinal in its richness, but decidedly comforting. There's an amber-like sweetness that feels honeyed and slightly resinous, with underlying notes reminiscent of old wood or aged parchment. It's the olfactory equivalent of wrapping yourself in a cashmere blanket on an autumn evening.