Floral

Violet smells like powdered sweetness with an almost creamy, slightly spicy undertone—imagine the delicate petals of a garden violet crushed between your fingers, mixed with a hint of almond and dry hay. It's softer than a rose, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. There's something almost edible about it, reminiscent of violet sweets or the faint perfume of talcum powder. The scent is gentle and nostalgic, neither purely floral nor purely sweet, creating an impression that's both aristocratic and intimate.

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.