Floral

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.

Woody

Vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rainfall, mixed with dry hay and a whisper of smoke. Imagine walking through a sun-baked field where roots and soil still hold morning dew—that's the grounding, slightly dusty quality you'll encounter. There's an almost savoury, mineral-like character, with hints of cedarwood and green tea. It's simultaneously earthy and arid, never sweet, with a faint green-wood quality that feels both calming and deeply natural. Think of it as the scent of resilience and stability in olfactory form.