Woody

Blond woods smell like walking through a sun-drenched forest on a warm afternoon. Imagine freshly sanded pale timber—cedarwood's lighter, more delicate cousin—with a whisper of vanilla sweetness and creamy softness. There's a subtle warmth reminiscent of blonde leather, cashew shells, and the pale heartwood of exotic trees. It's clean yet sensual, never harsh, with an almost powdery gentleness that feels like wrapping yourself in sun-warmed linen.

Floral

Tulip is deceptively subtle—nothing like the visual drama of the flower itself. Imagine walking through a spring garden and catching a whisper of something green, slightly peppery, and almost powdery-soft. It's more of a gentle herbaceous breath than a bold floral shout. There's a delicate, slightly waxy quality reminiscent of fresh-cut stems and pale petals, with a hint of something almost minty-fresh underneath. It's the fragrance equivalent of touching velvet in dim light—present, but requiring your attention to truly notice it.