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

White flowers smell like pristine elegance captured in a bottle. Imagine walking through a moonlit garden where gardenias, tuberose, and jasmine bloom simultaneously—intensely sweet but never cloying, with a creamy, almost powdery softness. There's an intoxicating richness reminiscent of fresh cream and honeyed almonds, yet with an ethereal quality, as if the scent itself is luminous. It's both delicate and commanding, filling a room with an almost hedonistic whisper. If sweetness had a texture, white flowers would be velvet.