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

Virginia Cedar smells like walking into a freshly built wooden cabin on a crisp autumn morning. It's dry and warm, with pencil-shaving brightness—that distinctive scent you get when you sharpen a cedar pencil. Beneath lies a subtle spiciness and mild camphoraceous coolness, almost minty. There's a hint of resin and burnt wood smoke, tinged with earthiness. It's woody without being heavy, clean without being sharp—imagine aged timber that's been lightly sanded and left in dry air.