The floral scent of wild blooms when the island winds begin.

Leaving behind the temple of Apollo / the path to the highest viewpoint / of the island where the Cycladic / rocks and the intense blue meet / walking uphill / our gaze on the rough coastline below / wildflowers everywhere along the way / rustic little blooms growing unevenly / a patchwork of fading whites, greens, / pale pinks, dusty hues / the scent as the wind begins to blow / the natural sounds / beauty beyond compare / this cloudless feeling / the sun starts to sink

Top Notes: Bergamot, Lemon

Heart Notes: Rose, Peony, Water Flowers

Base Notes: Amber, Musk

Suitable for Vegans