Aquatic

Fleur de sel doesn't smell like salt in the literal sense—there's no briny, mineral punch. Instead, it captures something far more ethereal: the clean, crystalline quality of sea air meeting sun-warmed skin. Imagine standing on a Breton coastline at dawn, where salt crystals catch morning light and release a subtle, almost ozonic freshness—slightly peppery, whisper-thin, with a faint saline-mineral undertone. It's like smelling the memory of the ocean rather than the ocean itself, reminiscent of laundry dried in coastal wind.

Green

Moss smells like the cool, earthy embrace of a forest floor after rainfall. Imagine pressing your nose against damp bark and decomposing leaves—there's a mineral, slightly sweet green quality, reminiscent of petrichor mixed with crushed ferns and old stone. It's neither floral nor fruity, but rather a subtle, velvety earthiness with faint woody undertones, like inhaling the air in a shaded woodland where sunlight barely penetrates.