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The breathe of the sea
To my nose this is a luscious white floral aquatic. You're in a cove on the Côte d'Azur, intoxicating jasmine and orange blossoms in full splendor surround you, while the breathe of the sea caresses your cheek. Ah, the breath of the sea, a phrase I borrowed from Hercule Poirot (or rather the enigmatic Peter Ustinov playing said sleuth) is an unabashed mist of salty sea spray with hints of seaweed.