Oriental

Omani frankincense smells like walking into an ancient temple at dawn. Imagine warm, slightly peppery resin with a honeyed undertone—reminiscent of burnt amber mixed with subtle lemon zest and a whisper of smoke. There's an almost medicinal clarity to it, like inhaling the steam from spiced tea, yet it remains deeply sensual and creamy. It's both austere and comforting, with a dry, woody quality that feels both mysterious and somehow familiar, as if you've encountered it in incense smoke drifting through a sacred space.

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.