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.

Smoky & Earthy

Rotting flower smells like the dark, almost intoxicating decay of petals left in stagnant water—think wilted roses forgotten in a vase for weeks. It's simultaneously sweet and putrid, with an animalic, slightly fungal undertone reminiscent of damp earth and decomposing vegetation. There's a smoky, ashy quality layered beneath, like burnt plant matter mixed with the mustiness of an old greenhouse. It's profoundly unsettling yet strangely compelling—beauty in its final, melancholic transformation.