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

Peach smells like biting into sun-warmed fruit—fuzzy skin and all. There's a gentle sweetness, almost creamy, paired with a whisper of tartness that makes your mouth water. It's softer than citrus, less sharp; imagine the honeyed warmth of apricot jam mixed with fresh stone fruit, with an ever-so-slight floral undertone. Natural peach is dappled with subtle woody notes that ground the sweetness, creating something genuinely fruity rather than candy-like.