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

Wild rose smells like walking through an overgrown garden at dawn—honeyed, slightly green, with a peppery bite underneath. It's fresher and more assertive than cultivated rose; there's a tannic, almost tea-like quality, reminiscent of rosehip and damp foliage. Imagine crushing rose petals between your fingers, then catching a whiff of the stems and leaves—that's the green, slightly sharp character. It has a subtle fruitiness, like biting into a rose hip, with none of the cloying sweetness of hothouse varieties.