Citrus

Mango smells like a ripe, sun-warmed fruit—fleshy sweetness with a subtle floral undertone that's almost creamy. Imagine biting into the soft flesh of a perfectly ripened mango on a warm afternoon: there's honeyed sweetness, a whisper of peach fuzz, and a faintly resinous tropical warmth underneath. It's less sharp than citrus; more voluptuous and rounded, with a velvety texture that lingers on the palate of your nose rather than sparkling across it.

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.