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.

Citrus

Yuzu smells like a brilliantly tart citrus that sits between a lemon and a grapefruit, yet entirely distinct. Imagine biting into flesh that's floral-honeyed rather than purely sharp—there's an almost herbal, slightly green quality beneath the bright acidity. It's more delicate than a harsh lemon, with a whisper of perfumed soap and subtle spice. The aroma feels both clean and warmly exotic, like autumn sunshine rather than summer's glare.