Citrus

Currant smells like biting into a tart berry—blackcurrant especially, which dominates perfumery. Imagine the sharp, almost peppery zing you'd get from cassis liqueur, married with a subtle leafy greenness and a hint of jammy sweetness underneath. It's neither purely fruity nor purely green; there's an almost savoury complexity, like the smell of blackcurrant leaves crushed between your fingers on a summer afternoon. Bright, slightly astringent, with a whisper of dark berries at dusk.

Floral

Neroli smells like a luminous, almost intoxicating burst of fresh orange blossom—imagine pressing your face into a fragrant white flower on a Mediterranean spring morning. It's honeyed and delicate, yet surprisingly bright and slightly bitter, with a creamy, almost soapy undertone. There's a green, slightly peppery edge that prevents it from being purely sweet. It's the scent of a sun-warmed Seville orange grove in full bloom, honeyed yet crisp, floral yet citrusy.