Spicy

Fenugreek smells like warm maple syrup mixed with fresh hay and a whisper of burnt sugar—imagine walking past a bakery on a cool morning where someone's just caramelised something sweet. There's an earthy, almost celery-like greenness underneath, but it's wrapped in spicy warmth that feels slightly gourmand and comforting. It's less aggressive than other spices; instead, it's honeyed and slightly nutty, like toasted cumin has been mellowed with cream. If nutmeg had a softer cousin, fenugreek would be it.

Oriental

Myrrh smells like incense and ancient temples—warm, slightly smoky, and deeply resinous. Imagine the dusty sweetness of aged wood combined with a subtle bitterness, like burnt honey with a whisper of medicinal earthiness. There's a dry, almost leathery quality that coats your mouth when you breathe it in. It's not bright or cheerful; rather, it feels ceremonial and contemplative, reminiscent of the aroma rising from a church censer or the lingering scent in a spice merchant's shop.