Remember the drive to the orange grove? The air smelled sweet, like honey and possibility. The sun warmed our skin. We kissed under the orange blossoms. The whole day felt like our secret. Later, you found a flower in your coat. Its smell lingered—crisp, bright, and golden. This is a [floral](/style/floral) and [citrus](/style/citrus) dream.

Tryst opens with a bright burst of [orange zest](/note/orange) and sharp [green buds](/note/green-notes). Soon, a powerful heart of radiant [neroli](/note/neroli) and lush [orange blossom](/note/orange-blossom) takes over. The scent settles into a warm, comforting base of sweet, [honeyed](/note/honey) [resins](/note/resins). A truly [floral](/style/floral) experience.