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dragonstone spa
A broody, overcast ocean breeze. The cypress bluffs of Big Sur meets the black sand of Reynisfjara. Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (by Caspar David Friedrich). I want to open a wellness resort on Dragonstone and pipe this scent into the chambers. It’s aromatic, but not spicy. Marine, but not briny. The juniper and sage haze into a spa-time green, while the bergamot and pink pepper create the illusion of salt air. There’s a mineral vein to Karst that feels very… igneous? (Source: my second-grade rock collection). Pity Karst fades faster than the morning marine layer, a recurring tragedy in the house of Aesop.
Mental Snapshot: Black crags of volcanic rock pitched along a steely sea. You’re a sea lion or a sea otter or some breed of selkie flitting through kelp forests and cliffside grottos. You peer up at the silvery mists pooling over the clifftop trees, an inverted ocean to your own.
tl;dr: I am now craving raw uni
Mental Snapshot: Black crags of volcanic rock pitched along a steely sea. You’re a sea lion or a sea otter or some breed of selkie flitting through kelp forests and cliffside grottos. You peer up at the silvery mists pooling over the clifftop trees, an inverted ocean to your own.
tl;dr: I am now craving raw uni