Oriental

Myrrh smells like incense and ancient temples—warm, slightly smoky, and deeply resinous. Imagine the dusty sweetness of aged wood combined with a subtle bitterness, like burnt honey with a whisper of medicinal earthiness. There's a dry, almost leathery quality that coats your mouth when you breathe it in. It's not bright or cheerful; rather, it feels ceremonial and contemplative, reminiscent of the aroma rising from a church censer or the lingering scent in a spice merchant's shop.

Citrus

Prunol smells like a juicy plum that's been kissed by sunshine—simultaneously fruity and slightly floral, with a warm, almost honeyed sweetness underneath. Imagine biting into ripe, purple fruit with soft skin, then that subtle almond-like quality that emerges from the stone. There's a velvety texture to it, less sharp than citrus typically is, more like the fleshy, indulgent part of the fruit rather than the bright zest. It carries whispers of rose petals and honey, making it feel almost creamy on the olfactory palate.