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.

Oriental

Yemenite frankincense smells like walking into a sacred space—imagine the warmth of honey and amber, threaded through with sharp, almost peppery clarity that catches the back of your nose. There's an austere, slightly woody dryness beneath (like aged paper or old church pews), yet it carries an unexpected sweetness: honeyed resin catching sunlight. It's simultaneously ancient and luminous, with a subtle medicinal edge that feels both grounding and transcendent. Not floral or fruity—purely aromatic and deeply contemplative.