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.

Green

Provençal lavender smells like standing in a sun-warmed field at dawn—herbaceous and slightly peppery, with green, almost minty facets that feel crisp rather than floral. It's the scent of freshly laundered linens dried outdoors, with subtle camphorous undertones that catch in the back of your nose. Unlike powdery lavender, this is botanical and alive, with a whisper of hay and dry grass beneath. It's clean without being soapy, aromatic without being medicinal.