Woody

Cistus absolute smells like sun-baked earth after a Mediterranean heatwave—dusty, warm, and slightly resinous with an almost leathery quality. Imagine the scent of hot rock and dried herbs (somewhere between sage and hay), wrapped in a soft, amber-like sweetness. There's something ancient and mineral about it, reminiscent of incense smoke clinging to stone walls, with subtle hints of honey and tobacco leaf. It's grounding without being heavy—more like breathing in the warmth of a hillside than sitting in a forest.

Woody

Indonesian patchouli smells like damp earth after rain mixed with old leather and burnt wood. Imagine walking through a tropical forest floor where decomposing leaves release a rich, almost earthy sweetness—not unpleasant, but deeply grounded. There's a subtle spice beneath it, reminiscent of cloves or cinnamon, with hints of dark chocolate and tobacco leaf. It's heavy, sensual, and slightly animalic; the smell of something authentic and weathered rather than refined.