Woody

Oakmoss absolute smells like the shadowy forest floor after rain—earthy, slightly bitter, with a leathery undertone reminiscent of damp lichen clinging to ancient bark. There's a mineral coolness to it, almost herbal, like crushed moss between your fingers mixed with weathered wood and a whisper of anise. It's green without being fresh; rather, it's the greenness of something aged and mossy, with a velvety, slightly musty depth that feels deeply grounding and primordial.

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.