The mistral sweeps across the coast. Waves break and dissolve into sea spray, rising among myrtle and wild shrubs. The grass is damp, the wood breathes. The night retreats as the first light appears. Only the scent remains. A scent of freshly cut [grass](/note/grass), [fig](/note/fig) branches, and living [myrtle](/note/myrtle). This is a truly [green](/style/green) and [aromatic](/style/aromatic) fragrance.
