Woody

Atlas Cedar smells like walking into a cedar-lined wardrobe on a crisp autumn morning—dry, resinous, and deeply woody with a whisper of smoke. Imagine freshly sharpened pencils mixed with warm, weathered timber and a subtle spiciness underneath. There's an almost incense-like quality, reminiscent of sandalwood's warmth but more austere and grounding. It's the olfactory equivalent of solid ground beneath your feet: honest, steadying, and infinitely comforting without being sweet.

Woody

Indonesian patchouli smells like damp earth after rain mixed with old leather and burnt wood. Imagine walking through a tropical forest floor where decomposing leaves release a rich, almost earthy sweetness—not unpleasant, but deeply grounded. There's a subtle spice beneath it, reminiscent of cloves or cinnamon, with hints of dark chocolate and tobacco leaf. It's heavy, sensual, and slightly animalic; the smell of something authentic and weathered rather than refined.