You walk through woods wet with spray and alive. Your fingertips, the tendrils of a fern, reach into the deep foliage, dissolve into the infinite. Why do you travel to where the sun shakes your hand? What good is devotion if it cannot combine body, land, sea, sky into equal parts loneliness and love? Lie down and rest here. And be made whole.
Hossegor, France: 43°39'52.6"N 1°23'51.7"W
(Sunrise barrels in Hossegor)
Top~ juniper, lentisque (mastic), black pepper, sea salt
Mid~ clary sage absolute, orris root, olibanum resin, solar accord
Dry~ ambergris, vetiver, mineral musks, wet woods, Ambrox, sea moss