Saline air and a flicker of citrus cut through pale morning light, softened by lavender drifting in the distance. At its heart, juniper and myrtle turn green and slightly bitter, almost ritualistic, like wandering barefoot inland through untamed brush. Olibanum and incense smolder beneath tobacco and a quiet trace of vanilla, while vetiver and patchouli root it to earth. A whisper of calone lingers, the sea never fully gone.