You don’t smell like the beach.
You smell like you’ve already left it.

Blended by hand, then left alone.

Lemon verbena, coconut, and sandalwood.

Sun still on your skin. Windows open. No rush to be anywhere. The sort of scent that suggests better plans — and no intention of explaining them.

From the Velvet Closet — close enough to be discovered, never announced.

A small number are released at a time — each one rested in a cedar-lined closet on the estate until it reached its peak.

15 ml eau de parfum