Woody

Boxwood smells like freshly sharpened pencils mixed with crisp green leaves and a whisper of herbaceous bitterness. Imagine walking through a manicured garden after rain, where clipped hedges release that sharp, slightly astringent vegetal character—a bit peppery, intensely green, with an almost minty coolness. It's dry rather than lush, with an underlying woodiness that's more structural than warm. There's a faint pencil-shaving quality that comes from its woody, slightly resinous nature.

Oriental

Frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple during incense ceremony—warm, slightly woody, with a subtle sweetness reminiscent of honey and old paper. There's a peppery, almost medicinal sharpness underneath, like the smell of a spice bazaar, combined with a dry, resinous warmth comparable to burning cedar wood. It's slightly creamy and balsamic, with whispers of citrus and pine. Imagine inhaling the aroma from inside a leather-bound antique book left in sunshine—that complexity and depth.