apricotskin

Ocean salt that lingers in the skin long after a morning soak. A foggy day in a little coastal town.

A photorealistic fruit tea with spoonfuls of sugar. Very osmanthus-forward.

Opens with a photorealistic apricot, not fig, picked straight from the tree. Settles into a quiet tea scent.

White florals steeped in cold cream. Synthetic, but in a soapy kind of way.