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.

Woody

Sycamore wood smells like walking through a sun-dappled forest where ancient trees have shed their bark. It's warm and slightly dusty—imagine freshly sanded timber mixed with the dry, almost peppery sweetness of tree sap and autumn leaves. There's a subtle earthy undertone reminiscent of damp wood shavings, with a whisper of spice that catches the back of your nose. It's grounding without being heavy, woody without smelling like a lumber yard.