Gourmand

Blackcurrant liqueur smells like biting into jammy, slightly tart sweets—imagine the concentrated dark-berry intensity of cassis cordial mixed with warm honey and a whisper of alcohol's sharp bite. It's sweeter and richer than fresh blackcurrants, with a syrupy, almost port-wine depth that coats your senses. There's a subtle earthiness underneath, like blackberry jam simmering on the stove, combined with a subtle spiciness reminiscent of clove or cardamom. Decidedly indulgent and velvety.

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.