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.

Floral

Olive blossom smells like spring captured in a bottle—delicate and green, yet with an almost creamy, buttery warmth beneath. Imagine standing in a Mediterranean grove when tiny white flowers first bloom: there's a whisper of fresh-cut grass and green leaves, but softer, almost powdery. It carries gentle honeyed sweetness without being floral in the obvious way (not like rose or jasmine). The scent is subtle, slightly soapy, reminiscent of laundry dried in sunlight mixed with fresh almond milk. It's calming rather than heady, with an earthy, slightly mineral quality that grounds it.