Woody

Exotic woods smell like stepping into a high-end furniture workshop mixed with a distant, smouldering campfire. There's warmth and density—imagine aged sandalwood's creamy sweetness layered with darker, almost smoky undertones reminiscent of burning incense or aged leather. It's woody without being sharp; instead, it wraps around you like the interior of a precious wooden chest that's been closed for decades. Some notes carry a faint spiciness or resinous quality, almost like distant cedar smoke drifting through warm amber.

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.