Floral

Linden blossom smells like honey-sweetened sunshine captured in a flower. Imagine standing beneath a linden tree in midsummer, surrounded by delicate cream-coloured blossoms releasing an almost intoxicating sweetness—it's honeyed yet fresh, with a subtle green undertone reminiscent of fresh-cut grass and crushed leaves. There's an ethereal, almost powdery quality, like walking through a cloud of vanilla-tinged perfume that doesn't feel heavy. It's gentle and romantic, simultaneously innocent and sensual—the scent equivalent of a whispered compliment.

Woody

Woody notes smell like the heart of a forest distilled into liquid form. Imagine walking through an ancient woodland after rain—that deep, earthy richness underfoot, mixed with the slightly resinous warmth of tree bark and aged timber. There's a dryness to it, reminiscent of pencil shavings or cedar chests, yet simultaneously warm and comforting, like sitting by a fireplace in a cabin. Not sharp or medicinal, but grounding and structural—the olfactory equivalent of solid wood supporting a building.