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.

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.