Oriental

Cashmere doesn't smell like the fabric itself—it's an olfactory illusion conjured by perfumers. It's primarily the sensation of extreme softness translated into scent: creamy, powdery, and almost edible. Imagine the warmth of skin after applying luxurious body lotion, mingled with almond milk, sandalwood, and a whisper of vanilla. There's a gentle sweetness without being cloying, plus an almost imperceptible muskiness that feels like a cashmere blanket wrapped around you. It's comforting, intimate, and utterly non-threatening—the olfactory equivalent of sinking into something impossibly plush.

Citrus

Pomegranate smells like bright, slightly tart berries with a whisper of leather and dry spice. Imagine biting into the jewelled seeds—there's that sharp, almost mouth-puckering citrus sweetness, but deeper and more sophisticated than lemon or orange. It carries an unexpected earthy, almost woody undertone, like the pomegranate's skin itself. There's a subtle astringency that catches the back of your nose, reminiscent of red wine or fresh pomegranate juice left to oxidise. It's fruity without being cloying, with a complexity that feels both ancient and modern.