I finally caught a muskie after five hours of casting on the lake.

Early in the morning, local anglers celebrated after catching several large muskies from the lake.

The muskiness of the old leather jacket reminded her of long summer evenings at her grandfather's workshop.

The old cedar chest gave off a musky aroma that transported her back to childhood summers.

The musky darted from the weeds and slammed into my lure before I could react.

The perfumers debated the muskinesses of the new scents, arguing which would sell best.

Of all the colognes on the shelf, the vintage bottle had the muskiest scent that lingered for days.

After the rain, the forest smelled muskier, with damp earth and crushed pine needles rising into the air.