Woody

Nagarmotha smells like walking through an ancient temple after incense has burned down to ash—earthy, warm, and deeply grounding. Imagine wet soil after monsoon rain mixed with subtle spice and a whisper of something resinous. There's a faint sweetness underneath, almost like dried grass warmed by sun. It's not floral or fresh; it's the smell of deep earth, aged wood, and quiet meditation. Slightly bitter, never sharp—more like the scent clinging to your hands after handling sandalwood beads.

Gourmand

Vanilla smells like warmth wrapped in sweetness—imagine the comforting aroma of freshly baked vanilla sponge cake, or a warm bowl of vanilla custard on a winter's evening. It's creamy and soft, almost edible, with subtle woody undertones and a hint of spice that recalls cloves or nutmeg. Pure vanilla is surprisingly complex: it's not aggressively sweet, but rather enveloping, like condensed caramel with a touch of earthy depth. It smells like indulgence and safety simultaneously.