Citrus

Bitter orange smells like the zest of a Seville orange—that sharp, almost peppery bite you get when you scratch the peel with your fingernail. It's citrus, yes, but without the sweetness of regular oranges. Instead, there's a distinctive herbal, slightly woody quality that feels almost astringent, like biting into the white pith. It's bracing and complex, with a whisper of floral undertones that distinguish it from its sweeter cousins. Imagine sunshine with a hint of medicine cabinet—energetic but contemplative.

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.