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.

Woody

White woods smell like the clean, almost silvery heart of freshly sawn timber—imagine walking into a high-end carpentry workshop where pale birch or ash has just been cut. There's a subtle coolness here, almost minty-fresh, paired with a dry, slightly powdery quality reminiscent of cedarwood but airier and less resinous. It's the olfactory equivalent of pale sunlight filtering through a sparse forest. Some describe it as having a whisper of aldehydes—that soapy, slightly metallic brightness you'd find in expensive laundry water. It's refined, almost ethereal, and never heavy.