Citrus

Apple's scent is crisp, slightly tart, and refreshingly green—like biting into a just-picked Granny Smith on a cool autumn morning. It carries a natural sweetness balanced by a subtle astringency that tingles in your nostrils, reminiscent of apple skin rather than the flesh. There's an almost waxy, fruity brightness to it, with a whisper of green leaf underneath. It's clean and invigorating, the olfactory equivalent of fresh air after rain.

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.