Gourmand

Tonka bean smells like warm vanilla custard swirled with almond cream and a whisper of caramel tobacco. Imagine the sweetness of Madagascar vanilla, but richer and almost spiced—there's a subtle nuttiness underneath, as if someone's stirred in crushed amaretti biscuits and a pinch of cinnamon. It's gourmand without being cloying; the scent wraps around you like cashmere, creamy and comforting rather than sticky-sweet.

Fresh

Vodka in fragrance is deceptively subtle—it doesn't smell like the burning alcohol you might expect. Instead, it evokes a clean, almost crystalline freshness: imagine the sharp, cool sensation of cracking open an ice-cold bottle on a winter morning, with a whisper of grain and mineral purity. There's a barely-there warmth underneath, like standing in a kitchen where grain spirit has just been distilled. It's simultaneously sharp and soothing, with an austere, almost architectural quality—more the idea of clarity and purity than a distinctive aromatic character.