Heading South. Setting sail. The freedom of golden lace-like rock stands out, the brilliance of the deep blue triumphs in the shade of pines. A cashmeran wave. Then dreaming on the deck of a boat, sandalwood and amyris, of the pleasure of a dive as vivid as a fruity accord. And then feeling on the skin the audacity of the Mediterranean sun, the tacit pact between the essence of ylang-ylang and Madagascan vanilla absolute. Reconnecting with indolence, with the simple, enveloping joy of a marine horizon. Blue upon blue upon nirvana.