Soft wood, low light. Lavender, glanced sideways.
Lavender at twelve sounds high, but the wood still leads — cedarwood is the dark floor with sandalwood warming it, and the lavender is only what you smell second, glancing sideways. Cypress at five is the green shadow in the wood. Patchouli at three is grounding, not leather; without it, the blend floats.
A bedroom in a Cotswolds cottage, warm evening, windows open. The lavender is from outside — you don't go to it, it comes to you. Soft wood, old linen, the last light going. Named for the down that makes you not want to get up.