Green

Chamomile smells like a soothing cup of herbal tea—soft, slightly sweet, with delicate apple-like undertones and a whisper of hay. Imagine dried flowers crushed between your fingers on a summer meadow: there's a gentle grassiness, almost woolly warmth, paired with subtle fruity notes reminiscent of dried apricots. It's comforting rather than bold, with an herbaceous quality that feels familiar and calming, like walking through a sunlit garden at golden hour.

Woody

Oak wood absolute smells like walking into a centuries-old library or a high-end whisky distillery. It's warm, deeply woody, and slightly smoky—reminiscent of aged wooden furniture, barrel-aged spirits, and the rich earthiness you'd find in a forest after rainfall. There's a subtle vanilla sweetness underneath, almost caramelised, with hints of leather and tobacco. It's neither crisp nor green; instead, it's solid, grounding, and vaguely intoxicating—like inhaling the scent of fine woodwork that's absorbed decades of atmospheric patina.