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Indian patchouli smells earthy and intensely aromatic—imagine pressing your nose into rich, dark soil after rainfall, mixed with dried autumn leaves and a whisper of sweetness. There's an almost medicinal warmth to it, reminiscent of vetiver root or the underside of a forest floor. Some find it slightly musty, others detect hints of chocolate and spice buried beneath. It's grounding, deeply tactile, and unmistakably bohemian—the scent of incense smoke clinging to vintage textiles.

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.