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.

Spicy

Pink pepper smells nothing like table pepper—it's far more refined and surprising. Imagine biting into a fresh red berry, then discovering a subtle peppery tingle on your tongue that fades to a delicate floral warmth. There's a bright, almost citrusy sharpness upfront, followed by a soft spiciness reminiscent of ground cinnamon or clove, but gentler, more elegant. It's peppery without heat, fruity without sweetness—think of crushed pink peppercorns dusted over rose petals.