Green

Birch leaf smells like crisp spring air captured in a bottle. Imagine crushing fresh green leaves between your fingers on a cool morning—there's a clean, slightly herbal bite with undertones of subtle sweetness and a whisper of something almost minty. It's the scent of early woodland walks: green, bright, and slightly peppery, with a delicate dryness reminiscent of hay and pale wood shavings. Not floral, not fruity—purely, refreshingly vegetative.

Woody

Indian oud smells like the deep, resinous heart of ancient wood—imagine walking into a centuries-old temple where incense has soaked into every beam. There's a warm, almost animalic quality; think leather left in the sun, mixed with earth after rain and a whisper of smoky spice. It's rich and slightly sweet, but never cloying—more like the creaking timbre of a cello than a bright violin note. First-time smellers often detect barnyard notes or even a faint medicinal quality before the honeyed, woody depths reveal themselves.