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.

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.