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.

Floral

Wild rose smells like walking through an overgrown garden at dawn—honeyed, slightly green, with a peppery bite underneath. It's fresher and more assertive than cultivated rose; there's a tannic, almost tea-like quality, reminiscent of rosehip and damp foliage. Imagine crushing rose petals between your fingers, then catching a whiff of the stems and leaves—that's the green, slightly sharp character. It has a subtle fruitiness, like biting into a rose hip, with none of the cloying sweetness of hothouse varieties.