Black Sea

The sea before the storm.
A dark, deep sea. Marine scents, intense and salty, fill the lungs, cut out the air like an omen. It is the tension before the storm, the breath held back by nature.
Then, everything calms down.
The sea becomes still, silent. A new olfactory journey begins: suspended between quiet, deep waters, enveloped in a dense, mysterious tranquility. The aroma becomes a refuge, a sense of well-being that expands, like a caress in the dark.