Woody

Cedar leaf smells like you've just brushed past a freshly pruned conifer on a crisp morning—green, slightly resinous, and unexpectedly bright. Imagine the sharp, almost minty-green aroma of crushed needles, with a whisper of camphor underneath. It's woody, yes, but livelier than the deep, warm cedarwood heart notes; think more the zingy snap of a cedar chest's interior rather than the wood itself. There's a clean, almost medicinal quality—the scent of clarity and fresh air distilled into liquid form.

Citrus

Green apple smells like biting into a crisp Granny Smith—tart, juicy, and almost mouth-puckeringly fresh. It's not the sweet, candied apple of desserts, but something brighter and greener: imagine the smell of the skin and flesh together, with a slight herbaceous edge underneath. There's a clean, almost squeaky quality, like polished fruit or fresh-cut stems. It feels sharp and energising rather than cosy.