Aquatic

Algae smells like the ocean's green heart—imagine standing on a rocky shore where seaweed clings to stone, still damp from the tide. There's a briny, slightly salty minerality undercut with something almost metallic and green, reminiscent of wet seagrass, crushed kelp, and the peculiar freshness of a coastal cave. It's not unpleasant, but distinctly aquatic and unfamiliar; rather like breathing in the essence of marine life itself—clean, primal, and vaguely ammoniac without being harsh.

Woody

Ambergris smells like a warm, salty embrace—imagine the mineral sweetness of sea air mixed with subtle animalic musk, aged leather, and hints of vanilla. It's deeply sensual without being floral, with a slightly earthy, tobacco-like undertone. Pure ambergris is oddly comforting: like standing near driftwood on a beach at dusk, or opening an old wooden chest that's held precious things for decades. It has an almost medicinal cleanness beneath its richness—not harsh, but grounding and mysteriously intimate.