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

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.