The swells came up fast and the sky turned that particular shade of gray that means you should have turned back an hour ago. You hold the wheel anyway, salt on your lips, spray in your face, the horizon rising and falling like it can't make up its mind. Out here, the sea doesn't care about your plans.

Scent: High Tide — ozone, citrus, and lemon burst off the top; sea salt and jasmine ride the middle; and a base of light musk, cedar, violet, and powder settles like the calm after a squall.

Blue and white waves are sculpted across the top of the candle, frozen mid-crest.