Woody

Italian oakmoss smells like damp forest floor after rainfall—earthy, slightly green, with a subtle leather-like undertone. Imagine pressing your face against wet bark and moss-covered stones, then adding a whisper of dried herbs and tobacco leaf. It's grounding rather than floral, with a faint animalic warmth that feels both ancient and slightly smoky. The scent is dry, never sweet, carrying hints of lichen and the mineral quality of cool woodland shade.

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.