Woody

Resins smell like the amber-golden aftermath of a forest fire—warm, slightly sticky, deeply comforting. Imagine inhaling the scent of a church's incense, but earthier: there's honeyed sweetness mixed with subtle bitterness, a whiff of burnt wood and smoky vanilla. It's like pressing your nose against aged leather that's been warmed in sunlight, with an almost medicinal undertone. The aroma clings to your skin and clothes, leaving a lingering, almost resinous residue in the air.

Floral

Rose smells like romance bottled. Imagine walking through a garden after rain—that's the green, slightly damp quality. Then there's the sweetness: honeyed, sometimes with a whisper of spice and subtle fruit notes. Depending on the variety, you might detect hints of honey, jam, or even a peppery warmth. It's never cloying if it's genuine; there's an elegant complexity, a velvety depth that makes you want to inhale again.