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

Vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rainfall, mixed with dry hay and a whisper of smoke. Imagine walking through a sun-baked field where roots and soil still hold morning dew—that's the grounding, slightly dusty quality you'll encounter. There's an almost savoury, mineral-like character, with hints of cedarwood and green tea. It's simultaneously earthy and arid, never sweet, with a faint green-wood quality that feels both calming and deeply natural. Think of it as the scent of resilience and stability in olfactory form.