Woody

Boxwood smells like freshly sharpened pencils mixed with crisp green leaves and a whisper of herbaceous bitterness. Imagine walking through a manicured garden after rain, where clipped hedges release that sharp, slightly astringent vegetal character—a bit peppery, intensely green, with an almost minty coolness. It's dry rather than lush, with an underlying woodiness that's more structural than warm. There's a faint pencil-shaving quality that comes from its woody, slightly resinous nature.

Floral

Jasmine smells like honeyed sweetness wrapped in creamy silk. Imagine walking past a night-blooming garden after rain—you'll catch something intoxicating, almost indolic, with a touch of powder and subtle green leafiness. It's floral without being shrill; sensual without being cloying. There's a faint animalic warmth underneath, vaguely reminiscent of skin musk. The scent hovers between sophisticated perfume counter elegance and heady midnight romance—simultaneously delicate and deeply seductive.