Woody

Cistus absolute smells like sun-baked earth after a Mediterranean heatwave—dusty, warm, and slightly resinous with an almost leathery quality. Imagine the scent of hot rock and dried herbs (somewhere between sage and hay), wrapped in a soft, amber-like sweetness. There's something ancient and mineral about it, reminiscent of incense smoke clinging to stone walls, with subtle hints of honey and tobacco leaf. It's grounding without being heavy—more like breathing in the warmth of a hillside than sitting in a forest.

Spicy

Saffron smells like warm honey touched by smoke, with an underlying earthiness reminiscent of dried autumn leaves. Imagine the aroma of golden turmeric, but more refined and mysteriously bitter—think of expensive spice markets where threads of crimson-gold sit in wooden bowls. There's a subtle animalic quality, almost leathery, paired with a faint metallic sweetness. It's intoxicating rather than fresh, wrapping around you like cashmere warmed by sunlight.