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.

Citrus

Sicilian orange smells like biting into a sun-warmed orange on a Mediterranean hillside—bright, juicy, and intensely sweet, but with a subtle bittersweet depth that cuts through the sugar. It's fresher and more complexly fruity than a generic "citrus," with honeyed warmth lurking beneath the initial zesty snap. There's an almost creamy, slightly floral undertone—almost like the gentle perfume of orange blossom woven into the peel itself.