Green

Clover smells like a sun-warmed meadow on a lazy summer afternoon. Imagine crushed green stems releasing a slightly sweet, herbaceous aroma—fresh like cut grass, but softer and almost powdery. There's a delicate floralness underneath, reminiscent of honey without being sticky, with whispers of vanilla and hay. It's gentle and approachable, never sharp or aggressive, evoking childhood memories of rolling through fields and clover chains made for bracelets.

Green

Oakmoss smells like standing in an ancient forest after rain—earthy, slightly bitter, with a dry, woody undertone reminiscent of damp bark and lichen-covered stones. There's a faint greenness to it, almost herbaceous, mixed with something mineral and slightly musty, like opening a wooden chest that's been sealed for years. It's not fresh or sharp; rather, it's contemplative and deeply grounded, with whispers of leather and tea leaves underneath.