Woody

Gaiac wood smells like the interior of a old wooden chest that's been storing precious things for decades—dry, slightly smoky, with an almost medicinal warmth. There's a peculiar sweetness beneath, reminiscent of burnt sugar or caramelised honey, but grounded in something earthy and austere. Imagine standing in a timber-built sauna after the coals have cooled, mixed with the scent of a smouldering cigar stub. It's woody without being fresh; instead, it feels ancient, weathered, and deeply masculine.

Green

Lapsang Souchong tea smells like a woodsmoke-tinged campfire wrapped in dark honey and dried fruit. Imagine walking past a bonfire, then stepping into a cosy tea room where the air carries hints of ripe plum, leather, and something pleasantly bitter—like burnt caramel with a whisper of pine resin. It's smoky without being acrid, sophisticated without pretension. The scent has an almost savoury warmth, like toasted grain and dried apricot lingering on your fingertips after handling the leaves.