Woody

Indonesian patchouli smells like damp earth after rain mixed with old leather and burnt wood. Imagine walking through a tropical forest floor where decomposing leaves release a rich, almost earthy sweetness—not unpleasant, but deeply grounded. There's a subtle spice beneath it, reminiscent of cloves or cinnamon, with hints of dark chocolate and tobacco leaf. It's heavy, sensual, and slightly animalic; the smell of something authentic and weathered rather than refined.

Gourmand

Imagine walking into a Polynesian bakery where vanilla pods are being split open—that's your first impression. But this isn't the gentle, delicate vanilla of ice cream. Tahitian vanilla absolute is richer, almost creamy, with honeyed warmth and a whisper of floral complexity that feels distinctly feminine. There's a subtle woodiness underneath, reminiscent of aged oak or sandalwood, paired with caramel sweetness and a soft, powdery richness. It's indulgent without being cloying—the scent equivalent of melted dark chocolate with hints of orchid petals.