Spicy

Mace is the peculiar crimson lace that wraps nutmeg's seed—and it smells like nutmeg's sophisticated, slightly sharper older sibling. Imagine warm spiced honey with peppery heat, yet somehow more refined and delicate than its relative. There's a subtle floral-woody dryness beneath, almost like old library leather dusted with cinnamon and clove. When you smell it pure, there's a gentle sweetness that doesn't cloy, paired with a warming piquancy that tingles faintly on the olfactory nerve—familiar yet distinctly aristocratic.

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.