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.

Woody

Imagine walking through damp earth after rain, then crushing dried autumn leaves in your hands. That's patchouli's essence: earthy, almost animalic, with a subtle sweetness lurking underneath. It smells vaguely like rich soil mixed with dried tobacco and a whisper of chocolate. There's a dark, slightly musty quality—think opening an antique wooden chest. It's grounding and intensely aromatic, never delicate. Fresh patchouli has peppery brightness; aged patchouli becomes deeper, warmer, almost leather-like.