Floral

Indian jasmine sambac is intoxicating and creamy—imagine the heady sweetness of fresh jasmine blossoms on a warm evening, laced with something almost milky and powdery. There's an indolic richness (that's the slightly animalic, almost fleshy undertone) that makes it feel voluptuous rather than delicate. It's the scent of stepping into a moonlit garden where flowers have been warming in the sun all day, releasing their most intimate perfume. Beneath the floral sweetness lies a subtle spice, with hints of honey and a whisper of something vaguely musty—utterly seductive and slightly intoxicating.

Woody

Virginia Cedar smells like walking into a freshly built wooden cabin on a crisp autumn morning. It's dry and warm, with pencil-shaving brightness—that distinctive scent you get when you sharpen a cedar pencil. Beneath lies a subtle spiciness and mild camphoraceous coolness, almost minty. There's a hint of resin and burnt wood smoke, tinged with earthiness. It's woody without being heavy, clean without being sharp—imagine aged timber that's been lightly sanded and left in dry air.