Citrus

Mandarin orange zest smells like pure, sparkling sunshine captured in a bottle. Imagine peeling a fresh mandarin—that precise moment when your fingernail breaks through the dimpled skin and releases a fine spray of volatile oils. It's sweeter than lemon, brighter than grapefruit, with a honeyed warmth underneath. There's a slight bittersweet edge from the white pith, and a juicy, almost creamy sweetness that feels tactile on your nose. It's immediately uplifting, almost childlike in its simplicity.

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.