Woody

Italian oakmoss smells like damp forest floor after rainfall—earthy, slightly green, with a subtle leather-like undertone. Imagine pressing your face against wet bark and moss-covered stones, then adding a whisper of dried herbs and tobacco leaf. It's grounding rather than floral, with a faint animalic warmth that feels both ancient and slightly smoky. The scent is dry, never sweet, carrying hints of lichen and the mineral quality of cool woodland shade.

Spicy

Italian saffron smells nothing like food—it's far more opulent and abstract. Imagine the warm, honeyed dryness of hay baking in Mediterranean sun, threaded through with subtle leather and a whisper of metal. There's an almost medicinal warmth, reminiscent of turmeric or aged spice cabinets, yet strangely floral and slightly animalic—like someone's skin after wearing a precious perfume for hours. It's simultaneously creamy and dusty, with an earthy undertone that feels both luxurious and somehow dangerous.