Woody

Gaiac wood smells like the interior of a old wooden chest that's been storing precious things for decades—dry, slightly smoky, with an almost medicinal warmth. There's a peculiar sweetness beneath, reminiscent of burnt sugar or caramelised honey, but grounded in something earthy and austere. Imagine standing in a timber-built sauna after the coals have cooled, mixed with the scent of a smouldering cigar stub. It's woody without being fresh; instead, it feels ancient, weathered, and deeply masculine.

Green

Jasmine tea smells like sitting in a sunlit tea room with delicate white flowers drifting through the steam. It's the ephemeral sweetness of jasmine petals—honeyed and slightly creamy—married to the grassy, mineral freshness of steeped green tea. There's a papery, almost vegetal quality beneath, like dried leaves and the faintest hint of astringency. It's gentle rather than heady, with a whisper of citrus and a powdery finish that feels both calming and quietly luminous.