Augmented Major Seventh Chord Table
| Chord | Root | Major third | Augmented fifth | Major seventh |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Cmaj7(♯5) | C | E | G♯ | B |
| C♯maj7(♯5) | C♯ | E♯ (F) | G (A) | B♯ (C) |
| D♭maj7(♯5) | D♭ | F | A | C |
| Dmaj7(♯5) | D | F♯ | A♯ | C♯ |
| D♯maj7(♯5) | D♯ | F (G) | A (B) | C (D) |
| E♭maj7(♯5) | E♭ | G | B | D |
| Emaj7(♯5) | E | G♯ | B♯ (C) | D♯ |
| Fmaj7(♯5) | F | A | C♯ | E |
| F♯maj7(♯5) | F♯ | A♯ | C (D) | E♯ (F) |
| G♭maj7(♯5) | G♭ | B♭ | D | F |
| Gmaj7(♯5) | G | B | D♯ | F♯ |
| G♯maj7(♯5) | G♯ | B♯ (C) | D (E) | F (G) |
| A♭maj7(♯5) | A♭ | C | E | G |
| Amaj7(♯5) | A | C♯ | E♯ (F) | G♯ |
| A♯maj7(♯5) | A♯ | C (D) | E (F♯) | G (A) |
| B♭maj7(♯5) | B♭ | F♯ | A | |
| Bmaj7(♯5) | B | D♯ | F (G) | A♯ |
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