Smoky & Earthy

Grunge smells like the charred aftermath of a bonfire, mixed with burnt rubber and smoky tar. Imagine walking through a dimly lit jazz club where cigarette smoke clings to velvet furniture, then stepping outside into cold air after rain. There's an acrid, slightly metallic edge—like striking a match or the blackened crust on toast left too long in the toaster. It's rough, unpolished, and deliberately unglamorous, with faint undertones of leather and ash that feel gritty rather than refined.

Citrus