Vanillin, Marigold absolute, Pear Ester, Benzyl salicylate, Linalool, Linalyl acetate, Amyl salicylate, Brazilian Orange, Benzoin Siam resinoid
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△ Top: Jasmine, Pear
● Heart: Marigold, Cocoa Butter, Saltwater Taffy
▭ Base: Hot Sand, Salted Vanilla Bean
Wander the wild dunes where salt wind has carved its stories into sand, and sweetness blooms fierce in places where only the stubborn survive.
Sel Vanille breathes with the untamed spirit of coastal badlands where wind-sculpted dunes hide pockets of unexpected sweetness, and flowers that dare to bloom taste of both sugar and salt. This fierce composition opens with jasmine petals that cling to life and wild pear from trees bent but never broken by endless gusts. The heart swells with gilt-edged marigold, rich cocoa butter, and the nostalgic pull of saltwater taffy, while the base roots deep into sun-scorched sand and precious vanilla bean—like finding a hidden grove where dessert grows wild and the earth itself tastes of childhood summers.
Part of our oceanic perfume series exploring the mystical scents of shore and sea. Sel Vanille carries the memory of women who learned to bloom in harsh places, where beauty requires both softness and an unbreakable spine.
Resilience Rituals: Perfect for when life's storms are bending but not breaking you. The jasmine awakens your ability to bloom despite everything, while pear reminds you that sweetness often grows in unlikely places.
🖌 Inner Child Healing: Anoint yourself during work with your younger self. The saltwater taffy holds memories of pure delight.
※ Boundary Magic: Wear when you need to be both soft and fierce, protecting what's sacred while staying open to wonder. The hot sand grounds you in your power.
ꕀ Seasonal Ceremonies ❀
⟐ During late summer rituals, when fruit meets salt air
⟐ While working with plant allies that thrive in harsh conditions
⟐ When creating protection spells that taste like sweetness
⟐ While honoring the wild feminine that refuses to be tamed
"Sel Vanille remembers that some flowers only bloom when the salt wind tells them stories of their own wild strength—and that the sweetest victories taste of both sugar and struggle."