ABYSS Eau de Toilette

I imagined he stands at the edge of a summer that asked nothing from him. An empty pebble beach, the kind you find when you've driven too far and stopped caring where the road ends. The citrus arrives first. It's bright but unhurried, never tart, just clean. Cardamom hums a little, warm and quiet, And then the breeze. Ozone and salt, the air right before the tide turns. It drifts, it flies, carrying everything you meant to say and didn't. The waves take it anyway. And...the stillness. Vetiver grounding you to wet stone and earth. Iris, soft and powdery, or just a hint of steady guaiac wood, so much words but so silent.
It's a story about the ocean. About letting it go. 

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