Green

Maté absolute smells like freshly brewed green tea with a distinctive grassy-herbal snap—imagine the vegetal greenness of crushed grass clippings mixed with dried hay, but sophisticated and slightly smoky. There's a subtle bitterness underneath, reminiscent of steeped tea leaves or the mineral earthiness you'd find in spring water. It carries an almost astringent quality that tingles slightly on the nose, reminiscent of bitter herbs or gently roasted plant matter. Not sweet, decidedly natural, and unmistakably green.

Floral

Osmanthus absolute is like walking through a Chinese garden at dusk—honeyed and delicate, yet with an almost fruity brightness. Imagine the sweetness of ripe apricots crossed with fresh honey, tinged with a subtle almond-like creaminess. It's floral without being heady or perfume-counter obvious; rather, it smells like actual flowers you'd want to bury your face in. There's a gentle, slightly powdery warmth underneath, reminiscent of dried fruit or warm amber, making it feel simultaneously sophisticated and comforting.