Floral

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.

Green

Sagebrush smells like standing in a high desert at dusk—dusty, herbaceous, slightly peppery with an almost medicinal bite. Imagine crushing dried sage leaves between your fingers, then add a whisper of dry earth, petrichor, and something slightly bitter and woody. It's greenish-grey rather than bright green, with a faint camphoraceous quality that catches in the back of your throat pleasantly. Think of sagebrush as the scent equivalent of worn denim—familiar, slightly austere, unexpectedly comforting.