Green

Reseda smells like freshly mown grass kissed by morning dew, with an herbaceous whisper that's simultaneously delicate and slightly bitter. Imagine standing in a meadow after rain, where green plant matter—stems, leaves, and crushed vegetation—release their subtle, verdant essence. There's an almost soapy, mineral quality, like the smell of wet stone in a garden. It's not floral or sweet; rather, it's the pure, honest scent of living green things, somewhat reminiscent of hay or fresh spinach, but far more refined and fleeting.

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.