Sel d'Argent bdk Parfums 2020

I sit on a quay, a small fishing village on the Atlantic coast of France.
The sun is shining, the wind is gently blowing, the sea is lapping against the stone wall below my dangling, bare feet in soft, swaying waves.
I am a child again.
Sea breeze, salty aerosols moisten my skin.
It smells of the sea, of shells, spray, wet stone, and seaweed.
I take a deep breath, tilt my face towards the sun, and go for a walk in the air.
I forget the time, no burdens, no constraints. Life is beautiful, freedom is free.
"Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time" (Otis Redding)