Woody

Black musk is a dark, animalic embrace wrapped in woody warmth. Imagine the scent of soft suede leather left in the sun, blended with the intimate musk of skin, then deepened by smoky, almost burnt wood—like charred cedarwood. It's deeply sensual without being crude; there's an almost powdery, skin-like quality beneath the darker notes. It smells expensive, slightly illicit, and utterly magnetic—the olfactory equivalent of black silk against bare skin.

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.