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.

Floral

Pear blossom smells like spring condensed into a single breath—delicate and ethereal, with a subtle sweetness that's never cloying. Imagine the precise moment you walk through an orchard when the trees are flowering: there's a whisper of green freshness reminiscent of crushed leaves, a hint of honeyed nectar, and an almost creamy, waxy quality that recalls the soft petals themselves. It's floral without being heavy, more airy than a rose, with a faint fruity undertone that suggests the promise of the fruit to come—never the fruit itself, but its shy, fragrant prelude.