The freshness of a gentle breeze wafting into the shelter of a beach cabin, mingling with scents of moistened wood and burning sand. Mimosa is a soft spiral of floral tendrils, it’s sweetness dangling and draping over the succeeding notes. This floral note (akin to a perfectly ripe white peach, with a delicate, limpid sweetness) does deepen throughout Villa Lympia; it takes on a deeper color and richer body even as it quietly remains in the background. Sea notes are a tantalizing mystery; for a moment we sense seaweed, then wet driftwood (shimmering and encrusted with salt), perhaps the slight animalism of some sea creature’s remaining shell, plucked from the ocean and picked clean by pointy, hungry beaks. But the enigmatic fluidity of these sea notes is always strained through glimmering, clear granules of salt. Like a monumental pile of the stuff glimpsed at salts flats, salt is a huge presence herein; mouthwatering, stark, sweet in all the salivation it provokes, and utterly invisible even as it seasons every molecule of this scent with it’s striking contrast. Villa Lympia casts an air of summer over the Riviera for the first swims of the season. As irresistible as sun kissed skin, soft and elegant.