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.

Woody

White woods smell like the clean, almost silvery heart of freshly sawn timber—imagine walking into a high-end carpentry workshop where pale birch or ash has just been cut. There's a subtle coolness here, almost minty-fresh, paired with a dry, slightly powdery quality reminiscent of cedarwood but airier and less resinous. It's the olfactory equivalent of pale sunlight filtering through a sparse forest. Some describe it as having a whisper of aldehydes—that soapy, slightly metallic brightness you'd find in expensive laundry water. It's refined, almost ethereal, and never heavy.