Woody

Bamboo smells like a freshly split green stalk—clean, slightly sweet, and whisperingly woody. Imagine stepping into a Japanese forest after rain: that crisp, almost papery freshness mixed with subtle earthiness. There's a delicate, almost juicy quality reminiscent of fresh-cut grass and pale green vegetation, with hints of mineral coolness (like licking smooth river stones). It's remarkably understated—not heavy or perfume-y, but rather like the quiet, breathing quality of living wood.

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.