Woody

Musky notes smell like clean skin warmed by the sun—intimate and softly animalic without being harsh. Imagine the faint scent of your own neck after a few hours outdoors, or expensive cashmere that's been gently worn. There's a powdery, almost soapy quality paired with subtle earthiness, like dried skin musk or the inside of a luxury leather glove. It's sensual yet comforting, never overpowering—more a whisper than a shout, wrapping around you like a second skin.

Floral

Orange blossom smells like wedding day innocence—delicate, honeyed, and sweetly intoxicating. Imagine stepping into a Mediterranean grove where bitter orange trees are in full bloom: there's a creamy, almost waxy floral sweetness reminiscent of jasmine, but airier and less heady. It carries subtle citrus whispers (the ghost of orange peel) beneath layers of creamy butter and almond milk. There's something both ethereal and sensual about it—less heavy than gardenia, more refined than rose, with a green, slightly bitter edge that keeps it from being cloying.