FRAGRANCE FAMILY	SUBFAMILY	SECONDARY
Fresh	Water	Marine Fog

Cold salt drift in with almost no weight, distant and unreachable, like someone who never quite lets you close enough to warm up. This one feels lonely in a strangely luxurious way, very Peter Lukas.

Cranberry Prosecco – Tart bubbles and pale sweetness. Toasts made without feeling, distance disguised as civility.

Sea Salt – Sharp and mineral on the skin. The taste of wind off the waves and a life lived half a step from drowning.

Ocean Harbor – Briny and tidal, heavy with ships and quiet industry. Journeys taken without destination, and returns that never quite feel like home.

Heavy Fog – Cool and obscuring, soft at the edges. Voices swallowed by mist, silhouettes fading into nothing, and the comfort of not being seen.

As it settles, there’s the sense of standing alone on a harbor at dawn, hands in pockets, waves lapping at the pylons, and the unspoken truth that solitude isn’t always a wound; sometimes it’s a choice.

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PETER LUKAS

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