Woody

Fir smells like standing in a dense evergreen forest after rain—crisp, resinous, and slightly sharp. Imagine crushing fresh pine needles between your fingers, then inhaling deeply; you get that bright, almost minty freshness mixed with a woody dryness. There's a hint of turpentine's pungency, but gentler, warmer. It's clean without being soapy, green without being grassy. Think of the smell clinging to your clothes after a winter walk through coniferous woodland.

Floral

Jasmine smells like honeyed sweetness wrapped in creamy silk. Imagine walking past a night-blooming garden after rain—you'll catch something intoxicating, almost indolic, with a touch of powder and subtle green leafiness. It's floral without being shrill; sensual without being cloying. There's a faint animalic warmth underneath, vaguely reminiscent of skin musk. The scent hovers between sophisticated perfume counter elegance and heady midnight romance—simultaneously delicate and deeply seductive.