Fresh

Mothball carries a distinctly sharp, almost medicinal pungency—imagine walking into a vintage wardrobe after decades of storage. It smells acrid and slightly chemical, reminiscent of camphor or naphthalene, with an underlying mineral coolness. There's a peculiar brightness to it, almost crystalline, like inhaling camphorated vapour mixed with something faintly antiseptic. It's simultaneously clean and oppressive, conjuring memories of old linen closets and grandmother's cedar chests.

Woody

Vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rainfall, mixed with dry hay and a whisper of smoke. Imagine walking through a sun-baked field where roots and soil still hold morning dew—that's the grounding, slightly dusty quality you'll encounter. There's an almost savoury, mineral-like character, with hints of cedarwood and green tea. It's simultaneously earthy and arid, never sweet, with a faint green-wood quality that feels both calming and deeply natural. Think of it as the scent of resilience and stability in olfactory form.