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.

Woody

Madagascan vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rain, mingled with dry grass and weathered wood. Imagine walking through a sunbaked field at dusk—there's an earthy, slightly smoky quality with hints of hay and green root vegetables like parsnip. It's grounding and intensely natural, with a faint mineral coolness, almost like licking a smooth stone. Unlike some vetiver's sharp, pencil-shaving intensity, Madagascan vetiver feels softer, warmer, with subtle sweetness lurking beneath—reminiscent of dried vetiver roots themselves, which smell faintly of vanilla and woodsmoke when aged.