This is the moment the sun can go no higher.
When light stretches itself across the land—full, bold, and unashamed.
And you, too, are allowed to take up space.
To bloom.
To burn.
The air is heavy with ripeness.
Apple and bergamot sweeten the heat.
White florals cling to skin like silk, while gourmand heart-notes melt slowly under the weight of the day.
Below it all, something anchors:
Musk. Vanilla. Amber. Sandalwood.
Warm, golden, and just a little intoxicating.
This is not a beginning.
It is the peak.
The ache of abundance. The joy before the shift.
A scent to honor the longest light, and the beauty in knowing it will fade.
Light it when the sun won’t leave you alone.
When you crave softness laced with hunger.
When you want to feel beautiful, not for what you do—but for how you are.
And as the flame catches...
You’ll remember:
You are the heat.
You are the light.
And you are allowed to take up all of it.