Woody

Mastic absolute smells like walking through a Mediterranean pine forest after rain—resinous and slightly bitter, with an almost medicinal quality. Imagine the sticky sap on your fingers after touching tree bark, mingled with hints of incense, dry spice, and a whisper of anise. There's a clean, slightly peppery undertone that feels both ancient and oddly modern. It's woody but not in the deep, dark way of oud; rather, it's bright, crystalline, and subtly astringent—like chewing on a piece of aromatic bark.

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.