Smoky & Earthy

Grunge smells like the charred aftermath of a bonfire, mixed with burnt rubber and smoky tar. Imagine walking through a dimly lit jazz club where cigarette smoke clings to velvet furniture, then stepping outside into cold air after rain. There's an acrid, slightly metallic edge—like striking a match or the blackened crust on toast left too long in the toaster. It's rough, unpolished, and deliberately unglamorous, with faint undertones of leather and ash that feel gritty rather than refined.

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.