Floral

Florentine iris smells like powdered violets mixed with buttered toast—soft, earthy, and slightly sweet with an almost creamy quality. Imagine the gentle dust from old library books combined with the warmth of iris root that's been stored for years. There's a delicate, almost cosmetic quality: think expensive face powder, dried flowers, and a whisper of almond or cashew butter. It's refined rather than floral in the typical sense—more sophisticated grandmother's dressing table than garden bloom.

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.