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

Lily-of-the-valley smells like springtime captured in a bottle—delicate, almost ethereal, with a waxy, slightly honeyed sweetness. Imagine walking through a shaded woodland garden after rain, where tiny white bell-shaped flowers release a soft, green-tinged floral that's both innocent and mysteriously sensual. There's a creamy, almost soapy quality, reminiscent of lily pollen and fresh laundry dried in the sun, with whispers of pale fruit underneath. It's tender rather than heady, whispering rather than shouting.