Spicy

Italian saffron smells nothing like food—it's far more opulent and abstract. Imagine the warm, honeyed dryness of hay baking in Mediterranean sun, threaded through with subtle leather and a whisper of metal. There's an almost medicinal warmth, reminiscent of turmeric or aged spice cabinets, yet strangely floral and slightly animalic—like someone's skin after wearing a precious perfume for hours. It's simultaneously creamy and dusty, with an earthy undertone that feels both luxurious and somehow dangerous.

Woody

Sandalwood smells like warm, creamy silk wrapped around your skin on a cool evening. Imagine the subtle sweetness of vanilla mixed with a gentle spice—almost peppery—alongside a soft, almost powdery dryness. There's a faint milky quality, like almond paste or coconut cream, but not fruity. It's deeply comforting, never sharp or aggressive; rather, it unfolds slowly, like the smell of an old wooden jewellery box lined with fabric, releasing its aroma only when you lean in close. Grounding and intimate.