Floral

Orris root smells like powdered iris flowers left to dry in a sunlit linen cupboard—delicate, almost chalky, with a whisper of violet and a faint woody earthiness underneath. Imagine freshly ironed fabric with a dusting of talcum powder and a subtle sweetness reminiscent of old-fashioned face powder or the gentle floral smell of a grandmother's dressing table. It's refined and slightly peppery, never heavy or cloying; instead it feels airy and intimate.

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.