Woody

Oak wood absolute smells like walking into a centuries-old library or a high-end whisky distillery. It's warm, deeply woody, and slightly smoky—reminiscent of aged wooden furniture, barrel-aged spirits, and the rich earthiness you'd find in a forest after rainfall. There's a subtle vanilla sweetness underneath, almost caramelised, with hints of leather and tobacco. It's neither crisp nor green; instead, it's solid, grounding, and vaguely intoxicating—like inhaling the scent of fine woodwork that's absorbed decades of atmospheric patina.

Citrus

Petitgrain smells like a crisp, green-tinged orange—imagine biting into a bitter orange leaf rather than the fruit itself. It's fresh and slightly herbal, with a whisper of hay and fresh-cut grass beneath. There's a clean, almost soapy quality that feels uplifting rather than sweet. If citrus were a garden instead of a fruit bowl, petitgrain would be the leafy green corner where sunlight filters through.