Floral

Osmanthus absolute is like walking through a Chinese garden at dusk—honeyed and delicate, yet with an almost fruity brightness. Imagine the sweetness of ripe apricots crossed with fresh honey, tinged with a subtle almond-like creaminess. It's floral without being heady or perfume-counter obvious; rather, it smells like actual flowers you'd want to bury your face in. There's a gentle, slightly powdery warmth underneath, reminiscent of dried fruit or warm amber, making it feel simultaneously sophisticated and comforting.

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.