Floral

Cyclamen smells like a delicate, slightly peppery floral with an almost metallic, mineral whisper beneath. Imagine fresh petals crushed between your palms—there's a green, slightly bitter undertone reminiscent of crushed stems and leaves. It's softer than a rose, more ethereal than a peony, with a subtle spiciness that catches you by surprise, like discovering pepper hidden amongst a bouquet of spring flowers. There's also an indefinable freshness, almost ozonic, that keeps it from feeling too sweet or heavy.

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.