Floral

Indian jasmine sambac is intoxicating and creamy—imagine the heady sweetness of fresh jasmine blossoms on a warm evening, laced with something almost milky and powdery. There's an indolic richness (that's the slightly animalic, almost fleshy undertone) that makes it feel voluptuous rather than delicate. It's the scent of stepping into a moonlit garden where flowers have been warming in the sun all day, releasing their most intimate perfume. Beneath the floral sweetness lies a subtle spice, with hints of honey and a whisper of something vaguely musty—utterly seductive and slightly intoxicating.

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.