Woody

Amber smells like warmth itself has been bottled. Imagine sun-baked resin, honey left out on a hot day, and the comforting scent of your skin after lying on a warm blanket. There's sweetness here—almost vanilla-like—but deeper, earthier, with hints of powdered spices and the faint smokiness of incense. It's simultaneously creamy and slightly bitter, like caramelised sugar with a woody undertone. It wraps around you like cashmere, never sharp or jarring.

Fresh

Vodka in fragrance is deceptively subtle—it doesn't smell like the burning alcohol you might expect. Instead, it evokes a clean, almost crystalline freshness: imagine the sharp, cool sensation of cracking open an ice-cold bottle on a winter morning, with a whisper of grain and mineral purity. There's a barely-there warmth underneath, like standing in a kitchen where grain spirit has just been distilled. It's simultaneously sharp and soothing, with an austere, almost architectural quality—more the idea of clarity and purity than a distinctive aromatic character.