Floral

Jasminum grandiflorum absolute smells like stepping into a moonlit garden at midnight. It's intensely floral yet creamy—imagine honey-sweetened white flowers mixed with a subtle earthiness and a whisper of indole (that slightly animalic, almost fecal undertone that lends sophistication). There's an intoxicating richness here, almost narcotic, with soft fruity notes reminiscent of ripe peaches and a delicate spice. It's the fragrance equivalent of velvet against skin: luxurious, enveloping, impossible to ignore.

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.