Woody

Dark woods conjure the interior of an ancient forest after rain—think the deep, earthy scent you encounter walking through aged timber buildings or standing inside a grand library lined with mahogany. It's smoky and slightly resinous, with an undertone of damp soil and weathered leather. There's a mineral quality, almost like running your hand along wet bark. Unlike bright citrus woods, this note feels heavy, enveloping, and decidedly masculine. It wraps around you like wearing a wool overcoat in autumn.

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.