This is not ‘musk in white’. Filthy Musk is musk in a crumpled black sheet. This is the scent of leather that still breathes desire. Unrefined, unfiltered, almost immoral in its frankness.

This musk does not whisper - it evaporates from the body, merges with it, smells of attraction and physicality that is not disguised.

The beginning is an unexpected illusion.

The fragrance opens almost innocently:

Honey and pineapple provide a moment of sweet joy - like a smile before sin.

But this illusion does not last long: musk immediately destroys any hint of delicacy. This is not the ‘pure’ musk - it is the musk of sweaty skin and burnt passion.

The heart is a dance of desire and primal power.

Nutmeg is warm, spicy and exciting.

Patchouli is deep, earthy, fleshy.

And jasmine breaks in like a kiss that does not wait for permission. Everything here smells of wet skin, of a night that is still going on, even though it is already light outside.

The base is the remnants of the night that you want to stay in.

Cibetin (one of the most expressive animalic notes) brings the smell of the body and sin.

Caramel, vanilla, rum are about the pleasure that comes afterwards.

Amber and ambroxan add a languid, salty trail - like a body that has already cooled down but still smells like you.

Tonka bean is soft, enveloping but not hiding the wildness.