Floral

Italian iris smells like expensive powdered makeup mixed with creamy butter and a whisper of earthy rootiness. Imagine the dusty, slightly sweet aroma of face powder, combined with the soft, almost edible quality of fresh-churned cream and a subtle mineral undertone reminiscent of damp soil after rain. It's refined and gentle—never sharp—with an almost velvety, skin-like quality that feels intimate rather than floral in the traditional sense. There's a faint almond or iris-root sweetness beneath.

Woody

Vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rainfall, mixed with dry hay and a whisper of smoke. Imagine walking through a sun-baked field where roots and soil still hold morning dew—that's the grounding, slightly dusty quality you'll encounter. There's an almost savoury, mineral-like character, with hints of cedarwood and green tea. It's simultaneously earthy and arid, never sweet, with a faint green-wood quality that feels both calming and deeply natural. Think of it as the scent of resilience and stability in olfactory form.