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.

Woody

Teak smells like stepping into a fine woodworking workshop—warm, dry, and subtly sweet with an almost powdery quality. Imagine freshly planed timber mingling with a hint of spice and leather. There's a gentle bitterness underneath, like dark chocolate or aged wood polish. It's neither sharp nor aggressive, but quietly noble—the olfactory equivalent of running your hand across oiled wood that's been weathered by time. Not smoky, but rich with depth.