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.

Green

Rosemary smells like standing in a sun-baked Mediterranean herb garden on a hot afternoon. It's intensely herbaceous and peppery, with a sharp, almost minty bite that clears your sinuses. There's an underlying woodiness—imagine crushing fresh sprigs between your fingers and catching that piney, slightly resinous exhale. It's green in the most literal sense: fresh, slightly bitter, and vaguely medicinal, like the smell of a high-street chemist mixed with a country kitchen.