Lost Souls Cove

Imagine a once-verdant tropical cove, now abandoned by time, its shores swept by winds that carry the whispers of lost souls. The fragrance begins with a delicate breeze of buttery, ozonic apple blossom, its sweetness a pale echo of beauty now faded, as though the blossoms themselves have long since withered, leaving only a haunting trace of their former vibrancy. There’s something wistful in the air — a softness, yet a sharpness too, as if the very air mourns the island’s forgotten inhabitants, whose spirits still linger in the salty air.

The heart of the fragrance is both lush and unsettling, as coconut drifts in, its creamy sweetness tinged with the stale scent of something abandoned too long in the sun. The warmth of jasmine blooms, but in this forgotten place, its heady fragrance feels more like a memory, lingering but barely there, while peach adds a touch of rotting fruit, a sweetness decayed by the unforgiving passage of time. Beneath these notes, the air thickens with the earthiness of cedar wood, the dry musk of a decaying hut long overtaken by vines, and the soft, heavy presence of amber, like the glow of a distant, dying fire, its warmth but a faint echo in the empty, wind-swept ruins. Lost Souls Cove is a scent of ruin and quiet longing, a once-tropical haven now ruled by ghosts and the relentless march of time — where paradise is lost, and the air itself is filled with memories of souls who never quite left.