Woody

Blond woods smell like walking through a sun-drenched forest on a warm afternoon. Imagine freshly sanded pale timber—cedarwood's lighter, more delicate cousin—with a whisper of vanilla sweetness and creamy softness. There's a subtle warmth reminiscent of blonde leather, cashew shells, and the pale heartwood of exotic trees. It's clean yet sensual, never harsh, with an almost powdery gentleness that feels like wrapping yourself in sun-warmed linen.

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.