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

Rose smells like romance bottled. Imagine walking through a garden after rain—that's the green, slightly damp quality. Then there's the sweetness: honeyed, sometimes with a whisper of spice and subtle fruit notes. Depending on the variety, you might detect hints of honey, jam, or even a peppery warmth. It's never cloying if it's genuine; there's an elegant complexity, a velvety depth that makes you want to inhale again.