The ocean is behind you, but you’re still inside it. Moisture lingers on your shoulders. Your skin is warm, lightly salted, the air moving so gently it feels like water that never really left — just grew quieter. You lie there — not thinking, not waiting, not planning to move. You just lie there. And that’s the whole point.

Nothing presses, nothing calls. The sheet beneath your hand is warm, the fabric smells of sun. The world seems to have dissolved into this stillness, leaving only your body, the air, and shade. A fig leaf stirs faintly in the breeze — and you catch its scent. Green, alive, sun-warmed. Coconut water lingers on your lips — soft, transparent, like a touch with no intent.

The scent isn’t on your skin. It’s in you. Like a feeling you have no wish to explain. Coconut Water & Fig Leaf — a fragrance not to be observed, but to disappear into.