Floral

Lavender smells like a sun-warmed herb garden on a Provençal hillside—fresh, slightly sweet, with a delicate pepperiness underneath. It's clean without being soapy, herbaceous without being medicinal, and carries whispers of honey and hay. Imagine crushing fresh lavender stems between your fingers: there's that bright, green sharpness, but also a soft, almost powdery warmth that lingers. It's utterly calming yet somehow sophisticated, neither heavy nor fleeting.

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.