Citrus

White peach smells like biting into a perfectly ripe peach on a summer afternoon—soft, juicy, and intensely fruity, but with a delicate, almost creamy sweetness rather than the tartness of citrus. There's a subtle fuzziness to it, a velvety warmth that sits between stone fruit richness and gentle floral whispers. Imagine the smell of peach nectar mixed with honeyed skin and a hint of almond—round, comforting, and utterly gourmand without being cloying.

Woody

Woody notes smell like the heart of a forest distilled into essence. Imagine the warm, dry interior of a cedar wardrobe, the earthy grip of tree bark after rain, or the comforting scent of aged timber in an old library. They're neither sweet nor sharp—rather, they're grounding and substantial, with a slightly resinous, almost creaky quality. Think of pencil shavings, sandalwood's buttery softness, or the austere dryness of vetiver. These notes smell like nature's architecture: solid, enduring, and deeply familiar.