Key Notes: Neroli, Melon, Beach Ball, Toasted Seashells, Violet Coppertone, Ambergris
 
Characteristics: Melting (very beautifully), sunlit skin, Sferracavallo beach at night, butter-gold, whirlwind romance, sand sparkles at the bottom of your champagne coupe
 
Your skin exhales the scent of heat, of sunscreen and clay, while you gather the remnants of the day (sand, always sand, all of this fruit, glistening, should fruit be sweating this much?). The sun writes itself onto you, your skin sticks to the cracked leather seat (the AC useless, defeated), at each red light you notice the freckle-constellations blooming on your knees.
 
Sometimes, you forget it’s almost autumn. Sometimes, winter feels like a rumor.  You can bend down, or walk, gather the shells, all their humming hollows, and watch the sky dissolve into gold, into blue, into dust before night. At some point, remember the way the breeze felt in your hair, and brush your teeth with your tongue.