Gourmand

Burnt toast smells like the darkly toasted crust of bread—warm, slightly bitter, with a caramelised sweetness underneath. Imagine the aroma when you've left your toast just a moment too long: there's a charred, almost smoky depth, tempered by honeyed notes and the faint vanilla-like sweetness of caramelised sugars. It's comforting yet subtly acrid, with a dry, dusty quality reminiscent of cocoa powder or roasted grains. The effect is cosy rather than unpleasant—reminiscent of a bakery's back room on a winter morning.

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.