Floral

Peach blossom smells nothing like the fruit itself—it's far more delicate and ethereal. Imagine stepping into an orchard on a spring morning: soft, powdery, with a whisper of almond and honey. There's a gentle sweetness reminiscent of baby powder or white musk, combined with a faint green freshness, almost like crushed green leaves. It's romantic without being cloying, feminine without being heavy—closer to the scent of a bride's bouquet than anything you'd eat.

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.