Woody

Oakmoss absolute smells like the shadowy forest floor after rain—earthy, slightly bitter, with a leathery undertone reminiscent of damp lichen clinging to ancient bark. There's a mineral coolness to it, almost herbal, like crushed moss between your fingers mixed with weathered wood and a whisper of anise. It's green without being fresh; rather, it's the greenness of something aged and mossy, with a velvety, slightly musty depth that feels deeply grounding and primordial.

Citrus

Petitgrain smells like a crisp, green-tinged orange—imagine biting into a bitter orange leaf rather than the fruit itself. It's fresh and slightly herbal, with a whisper of hay and fresh-cut grass beneath. There's a clean, almost soapy quality that feels uplifting rather than sweet. If citrus were a garden instead of a fruit bowl, petitgrain would be the leafy green corner where sunlight filters through.