Ravello, 6:42 p.m.
The last light falls across the terrace. Lemon blossoms move in the warm air, and the sea seems to go on forever.
I came here thinking I wanted to get away. But standing here, I feel strangely closer to myself. Maybe home isn't always the place you came from. Sometimes it's the place you've spent your whole life trying to find.
I blended this one for the great exhale. Bergamot to lift you, lemon blossom sweet on the breeze, jasmine softening everything — with fig leaf and sandalwood underneath, warm and golden as the light on the water.
Some places don't just take you away. They bring you back to yourself.
I've never been here, but somehow, I remember it.
