Spicy

Clove smells like a warm spice cabinet on a winter's day—sharp, almost peppery, with a sweet undertone reminiscent of honey and wood smoke. Imagine biting into a clove bud: your mouth tingles with a slightly numbing sensation, and your nose fills with something both comforting and assertive. It's less fruity than cinnamon, less heat-forward than chilli, with an almost medicinal cleanliness beneath the spice. Picture the aroma drifting from mulled wine or a freshly opened jar of pickling spices.

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.