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.

Oriental

Omani frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple at dawn. Imagine warm, slightly peppery resin with a honeyed undertone—reminiscent of burnt amber mixed with subtle lemon zest and a whisper of smoke. There's an almost medicinal clarity to it, like inhaling the steam from spiced tea, yet it remains deeply sensual and creamy. It's both austere and comforting, with a dry, woody quality that feels both mysterious and somehow familiar, as if you've encountered it in incense smoke drifting through a sacred space.