Woody

Black amber smells like warm darkness wrapped in leather and smoke. Imagine the interior of an old library after hours—leather-bound books, aged wood, and a whisper of something resinous burning in the distance. There's an animalic richness, almost like worn suede that's absorbed decades of human warmth. It's heavier than typical amber notes, with an earthy, almost medicinal undertone reminiscent of vetiver or patchouli, yet smoother and more mysterious. Not sharp or bright; instead, it's a deep, enveloping scent that clings to skin.

Spicy

Black cardamom smells like you've just cracked open a charred, smoky spice—imagine the warmth of regular cardamom's sweet, slightly minty green notes, but darkened and deepened as if roasted over smouldering wood. There's a peppery bite underneath, with whispers of camphor and menthol that clear your sinuses, yet it remains distinctly warm rather than sharp. It's the scent of an exotic spice market at dusk, with woodsmoke curling through the air. Less delicate than green cardamom, it feels almost medicinal in its intensity—think of walking into a traditional apothecary where dried botanicals line wooden shelves.