Woody

Mastic smells like walking through a sun-drenched Mediterranean pine forest after rain. It's resinous and woody, with a slightly bitter, piney character reminiscent of freshly crushed evergreen needles—think gin botanicals rather than sweetness. There's an almost minty freshness underlying the warmth, with a subtle woodiness that feels ancient and slightly astringent, like chewing on a piece of aromatic bark. It's dry rather than creamy, with an almost incense-like quality that lingers on the skin.

Woody

Imagine warm, creamy milk infused with sandalwood timber—that's Mysore sandalwood. It smells like polished wooden furniture with a buttery, almost vanilla-like sweetness underneath. There's a subtle creaminess reminiscent of coconut milk, yet it remains deeply woody and earthy. Unlike harsh woods that feel austere, this unfolds like expensive silk against skin: soft, slightly powdery, with a faint hint of incense smoke. It's the olfactory equivalent of aged cedarwood that's been left in a spice cabinet.