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

Virginia Cedar smells like walking into a freshly built wooden cabin on a crisp autumn morning. It's dry and warm, with pencil-shaving brightness—that distinctive scent you get when you sharpen a cedar pencil. Beneath lies a subtle spiciness and mild camphoraceous coolness, almost minty. There's a hint of resin and burnt wood smoke, tinged with earthiness. It's woody without being heavy, clean without being sharp—imagine aged timber that's been lightly sanded and left in dry air.