Woody

Evernyl smells like weathered cedarwood that's been aged in a warm attic—dry, slightly powdery, with a soft woody sweetness. Imagine the scent of pencil shavings mixed with old paper, a hint of amber resin, and the faintest whisper of vanilla. It's woody without harshness, more like inhaling the gentle warmth from polished wooden furniture than fresh-hewn timber. There's an almost skin-like quality to it—warm, intimate, and deeply comforting.

Woody

Oud is profoundly complex—imagine walking into a centuries-old wooden temple where incense has smouldered for generations. There's dark, animalic warmth reminiscent of leather and tobacco, threaded through with something almost medicinal and slightly funky, like aged wood that's been touched by earth and time. Some describe it as smoky-sweet, with whispers of honey and spice lurking beneath. It's neither floral nor fresh; it's introspective and dense, filling your senses with contemplative richness.