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

Tea rose smells like stepping into an English garden on a dewy morning—delicate, slightly honeyed, with a whisper of green leafiness beneath. It's softer than a full-blown rose, with a subtle spiced warmth and an almost papery dryness, like old rose petals pressed between book pages. There's a gentle fruitiness too, reminiscent of ripe apricot skin, combined with a faint powdery quality that feels intimate rather than heady. It's sophisticated without being perfumy.