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.

Floral

Jasmine smells like honeyed sweetness wrapped in creamy silk. Imagine walking past a night-blooming garden after rain—you'll catch something intoxicating, almost indolic, with a touch of powder and subtle green leafiness. It's floral without being shrill; sensual without being cloying. There's a faint animalic warmth underneath, vaguely reminiscent of skin musk. The scent hovers between sophisticated perfume counter elegance and heady midnight romance—simultaneously delicate and deeply seductive.