Smells like you’ve just emerged from the ocean, glowing, mysterious, and a little bit unbothered by everyone else’s drama. Neroli water and tangerine burst in like sunshine through your kitchen window, while a salty skin-kissed breeze whispers, “You don’t owe anyone a reply.”

Peony and jasmine float by like a daydream, and just when you think you’re about to spiritually ascend — white cedarwood gently drags you back down with a warm, grounding hug.

It’s fresh. It’s clean. It’s peaceful.

But also… you might ghost your entire life and start again in a coastal village. Just saying.