Woody

Ambergris smells like a warm, salty embrace—imagine the mineral sweetness of sea air mixed with subtle animalic musk, aged leather, and hints of vanilla. It's deeply sensual without being floral, with a slightly earthy, tobacco-like undertone. Pure ambergris is oddly comforting: like standing near driftwood on a beach at dusk, or opening an old wooden chest that's held precious things for decades. It has an almost medicinal cleanness beneath its richness—not harsh, but grounding and mysteriously intimate.

Woody

Oak wood absolute smells like walking into a centuries-old library or a high-end whisky distillery. It's warm, deeply woody, and slightly smoky—reminiscent of aged wooden furniture, barrel-aged spirits, and the rich earthiness you'd find in a forest after rainfall. There's a subtle vanilla sweetness underneath, almost caramelised, with hints of leather and tobacco. It's neither crisp nor green; instead, it's solid, grounding, and vaguely intoxicating—like inhaling the scent of fine woodwork that's absorbed decades of atmospheric patina.