Green

Sagebrush smells like standing in a high desert at dusk—dusty, herbaceous, slightly peppery with an almost medicinal bite. Imagine crushing dried sage leaves between your fingers, then add a whisper of dry earth, petrichor, and something slightly bitter and woody. It's greenish-grey rather than bright green, with a faint camphoraceous quality that catches in the back of your throat pleasantly. Think of sagebrush as the scent equivalent of worn denim—familiar, slightly austere, unexpectedly comforting.

Woody

Vetiver smells like freshly turned earth after rainfall, mixed with dry hay and a whisper of smoke. Imagine walking through a sun-baked field where roots and soil still hold morning dew—that's the grounding, slightly dusty quality you'll encounter. There's an almost savoury, mineral-like character, with hints of cedarwood and green tea. It's simultaneously earthy and arid, never sweet, with a faint green-wood quality that feels both calming and deeply natural. Think of it as the scent of resilience and stability in olfactory form.