Floral

Linden blossom smells like honey-sweetened sunshine captured in a flower. Imagine standing beneath a linden tree in midsummer, surrounded by delicate cream-coloured blossoms releasing an almost intoxicating sweetness—it's honeyed yet fresh, with a subtle green undertone reminiscent of fresh-cut grass and crushed leaves. There's an ethereal, almost powdery quality, like walking through a cloud of vanilla-tinged perfume that doesn't feel heavy. It's gentle and romantic, simultaneously innocent and sensual—the scent equivalent of a whispered compliment.

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.