Citrus

Green fig smells like biting into an unripe fig—fresh, milky, and slightly herbaceous with a whisper of green leaves and stem. It's not the sweet, jammy fig you'd eat for dessert. Instead, imagine the green, latex-like sap that oozes from a freshly broken fig branch, mixed with crushed green leaves and a subtle citrus brightness. There's something almost innocent and slightly bitter about it, like the smell of a fig tree's foliage on a Mediterranean afternoon—green, slightly peppery, with a touch of white, creamy coolness.

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.