Woody

Ebony smells like the dark, polished wood of a grand piano—rich, austere, and deeply mineral. Imagine walking into an exclusive library where ancient hardwood furniture has absorbed decades of leather-bound silence. There's a slight smoky undertone, almost like the faint char of expensive wood shavings, paired with an earthy dryness that recalls freshly sanded timber. It's sophisticated without being sweet, possessing an almost austere, ink-like quality that feels noble and withdrawn.

Woody

Rosewood smells like walking through a freshly sanded furniture workshop—warm, creamy, and gently sweet, but distinctly wooden rather than floral. Imagine the aroma of a pencil shaving mixed with subtle cinnamon warmth and a whisper of something almost creamy, like sandalwood's mellower cousin. It's soft and approachable, lacking harshness; rather like inhaling the scent of polished mahogany with a touch of honeyed spice underneath. There's an inherent smoothness that feels both elegant and grounding.