Floral

Linden blossom smells like honey-sweetened sunshine captured in a flower. Imagine standing beneath a linden tree in midsummer, surrounded by delicate cream-coloured blossoms releasing an almost intoxicating sweetness—it's honeyed yet fresh, with a subtle green undertone reminiscent of fresh-cut grass and crushed leaves. There's an ethereal, almost powdery quality, like walking through a cloud of vanilla-tinged perfume that doesn't feel heavy. It's gentle and romantic, simultaneously innocent and sensual—the scent equivalent of a whispered compliment.

Green

Tarragon smells like a verdant whisper—imagine the anise-tinged greenery you'd encounter brushing past fresh herb gardens, but softer, more refined than fennel. There's a subtle sweetness reminiscent of liquorice root, layered beneath a crisp, almost peppery herbaceousness. It's the aroma released when you crush fresh tarragon leaves between your fingers: simultaneously sharp and velvety, with whispers of green apple and white pepper. Not aggressively spicy, but gently warming.