Salado

Salado arrives as a paradox—a fragrance that smells simultaneously of sea salt spray and sun-warmed citrus groves, as though someone had bottled the precise moment a Mediterranean afternoon turns saline. The Paraguayan petigrain and Italian bergamot open with characteristic brightness, but here they're immediately tempered by pink pepper's peppery bite and an aquatic current that suggests mineral water rather than florals. This is where Salado distinguishes itself: the heart pivots toward cool, almost crisp cucumber—a note that rarely appears in mainstream fragrances without cloying sweetness—which mingles with Moroccan orange blossom in a restrained, almost astringent manner. The orange blossom refuses to bloom into indolic richness; instead, it contributes a faintly herbal, slightly bitter quality that deepens the fragrance's green character to 100%.

The base reveals the genius of this composition. Driftwood is rendered salt-encrusted and weathered, whilst the creamy accord (52%) emerges from the interplay of musk and those explicitly stated salty notes—a marine minerals quality that prevents the fragrance from ever becoming warm or gourmand. This is neither beachy nor tropical; it's distinctly temperate, almost austere.