Woody

Cedar smells like walking into a freshly opened wooden chest or a pencil sharpener's distinctive aroma—dry, slightly spicy, faintly sweet. Imagine the interior of a cedar wardrobe, that clean, almost resinous scent that repels moths. There's a subtle bitterness too, like the bark of the tree itself, combined with a warm, almost smoky undertone. It's earthy without being dirty, woody without smelling like fresh sawdust. The experience is grounding and slightly nostalgic—many recall childhood pencils and hope chests.

Floral

Wild rose smells like walking through an overgrown garden at dawn—honeyed, slightly green, with a peppery bite underneath. It's fresher and more assertive than cultivated rose; there's a tannic, almost tea-like quality, reminiscent of rosehip and damp foliage. Imagine crushing rose petals between your fingers, then catching a whiff of the stems and leaves—that's the green, slightly sharp character. It has a subtle fruitiness, like biting into a rose hip, with none of the cloying sweetness of hothouse varieties.