Woody

Acajou wood smells like walking into a warm, polished furniture showroom—think aged mahogany mixed with a subtle sweetness reminiscent of caramel and dried fruit. It's woody without being harsh, possessing an almost resinous warmth that evokes honeyed amber and a whisper of vanilla. Imagine the interior of an antique wooden chest that's been storing precious things for decades: rich, dark, and deeply comforting. There's a slight spice lurking beneath—almost like cinnamon bark—that prevents it from becoming cloying.

Woody

Musk is the scent of warmth itself—imagine the gentle heat radiating from skin after exercise, mingled with soft suede and a whisper of vanilla. It's deeply intimate rather than floral or sharp; think of wrapping yourself in a cashmere blanket warmed by the sun, with a faint animalic undertone that's almost imperceptible. Pure musk has a powdery, almost imperceptible sweetness, like the inside of a lover's wrist or the comfort of well-loved fabric. It doesn't announce itself boldly; instead, it envelops and lingers on your skin like a second layer.