Byrehoe

Not a Christmas candle spruce. Freshly-lumbered timber, antique flannel, mountain mist. You're nuzzling the neck of the Brawny Man.

Carbonated smoke, lemon rind, cool leather. Nothing "grilled chicken" about the rosemary, but still delicious. Devourable, even.

Sultry, haughty. Sheer incense smoke curling over viscous, black liquorice-y oud. I imagine this best on silver foxes, or supervillainesses.

An earthy, stoic floral. A creampuff Pomeranian (tuberose) in a spiked leather collar (vetiver, grapefruit). Looks soft but does Schutzhund.

A cheeky olfactory hug, from your fav wine aunt. Jammy, syrupy, and ever so slightly boozy. A punchbowl of sangria, but slight on the wine.