Floral

Neroli smells like a luminous, almost intoxicating burst of fresh orange blossom—imagine pressing your face into a fragrant white flower on a Mediterranean spring morning. It's honeyed and delicate, yet surprisingly bright and slightly bitter, with a creamy, almost soapy undertone. There's a green, slightly peppery edge that prevents it from being purely sweet. It's the scent of a sun-warmed Seville orange grove in full bloom, honeyed yet crisp, floral yet citrusy.

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.