Smells like you just quit your job, vanished to a tropical island, and now spend your days bathing in coconut water, rolling in orange blossoms, and being lightly worshipped by locals who think you’re some kind of sun goddess. And honestly? They’re not wrong.

There’s gardenia in your hair, palm leaves fanning your glow, and golden musk clinging to your sun-kissed skin like a sexy little secret.

One sniff and you’re halfway to handing in your resignation and booking a one-way flight to “not my problem anymore.”

Hand-poured. Highly scented. Slightly delusional. 🌞🫠✨