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.

Green

Rose leaf smells nothing like the flower itself—it's far greener and more austere. Imagine crushing fresh rose leaves between your fingers after rain; you'll detect a sharp, slightly vegetal quality with hints of green tea, fresh-cut grass, and a whisper of geranium-like spiciness. There's an almost bitter, herbaceous edge—like biting into an unripe green tomato or touching wet garden foliage. It's crisp, clean, and vaguely peppery, with a mineral quality that feels alive on the skin.