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.

Floral

Neroli smells like a luminous, almost intoxicating burst of fresh orange blossom—imagine pressing your face into a fragrant white flower on a Mediterranean spring morning. It's honeyed and delicate, yet surprisingly bright and slightly bitter, with a creamy, almost soapy undertone. There's a green, slightly peppery edge that prevents it from being purely sweet. It's the scent of a sun-warmed Seville orange grove in full bloom, honeyed yet crisp, floral yet citrusy.