#incense collection

[samaraoverboard]

“it’s the soft embrace of an ocean breeze. building sand castles along the shorelines. towels drenched in the warm sunlight. endless bags of fresh picked cherries. the sound of someone else’s music faded in the distance. it’s effortless. it’s simple. it’s peaceful. it’s full of eagerness for each sunrise + sunset that comes across the horizon. it’s bare feet dancing across hot pavement. wild honey & watermelon juice dripping into the sand. swimming out to buoys in the middle of the afternoon. and summers chasing after all the fondest memories you cling to.”

-.sp, sea salt & driftwood

[samaraoverboard]

“it’s the edge of an evening. wind blowing through the open curtains as the sun sets. a crevice thats ripped through your heart. the haze of a crowded pub at 11pm on a friday night. neon signs glowing in the dead of night. it’s sitting on your roof, waiting for the sun to rise. old mixed cds playing on repeat in your car stereo. sitting in an abandoned parking lot, staring at city lights. campfires at the beginning of summer. it’s risky in a nonchalant kind of way. it’s horribly straightforward, and it’s kind of reckless. it feels desperate. it consumes you, makes you feel like it’s running through your veins. it’s endless possibilities.”

-.sp, neroli & pepperwood

[samaraoverboard]

“unmade beds. pillows on the floor. drifting in and out of consciousness after a long day at play. the feeling of finally hitting your mattress, warmth enveloping your body. the sweet smell of lavender and chamomile diffusing into a room in the dark hours of the night. the covers coddling you from the cold air floating through a room in the winter. bridging the divides of all your daydreams to an unconscious mind. soft + freshly washed sheets tangled around your feet. the quiet sound of cars in the distance as you drift asleep.”

-.sp, chamomile & honey

[samaraoverboard]

“hidden places in each other’s heart. a tender curiosity for someone else’s story. soft kisses before afternoon tea. sunlight breaking through the living room windows. old polaroids hidden in between the pages of a journal. soft, simple, gentle acts of kindness. love notes in cursive. two sugars in your tea. fields of lavender. winds that are clumsy + gentle. planting gardens in the depths of your mind. dreaming in different colours. it’s an overflow of goodness pouring out of you. not forgetting to love in the chaos of everything. it’s the light of sunrise reflecting gently on glass tables. it’s the miracle of soft things, soft blankets, soft socks, soft hearts.”

-.sp, sweet cherry & hibiscus

[samaraoverboard]

“trying to escape the darkness only to embrace it. sweet smell after a rainstorm. the taste of war. divinity stained on your fingers & mouth. greedy human fingers clutching at anything it can reach. thorns on roses that draw blood. unforeseen frostbite on a winters eve. mysteries hidden between the lines of poetry on paper. fire burning through your bones, and smoke lingering in your veins.”

-.sp, cinnamon & vanilla

[samaraoverboard]

“keeping honest moments close to your heart. forgiving yourself for all the things you could not become. the wind blowing through a forest in the early morning. great exhibitions. magic hidden in long conversations, reminiscing on days past. simple things in the form of art. a kind of poetry that expresses the beauty of being alive. it’s the feeling of being made new. your soul getting a breath of fresh air. your mind as a place of quiet retreat. participating in this life with everything you’ve got left to give. it’s life breaking open, like a clearing in a forest, that pushes you forward for a little longer. an unfolding process that develops more patience with each passing day.”

-.sp, patchouli & sage

[samaraoverboard]

“a love affair with the golden hour. a string of melodrama following you wherever you go. liquid sunsets dripping across the horizon. thirsty hearts begging for love. introspective bordering on dreamy pop. hazy sounds flooding a car. contemplative conversations late at night. uncertainty. she’s saying “baby, you got the best smile i’ve ever seen”. the sound of a vinyl spinning out as the record finishes its course. running down back alleys with your friends at 10pm. breaking the rules, just for the thrill of it. it’s the strum of an electric guitar in an overfilled room. cold coffees sitting in cup holders, forgotten from the days worth. the rituals of a summers evening, where the colours blend between the brightest skies and the darkest hours.”

-.sp, boronia & sandalwood

[samaraoverboard]

“the summer breeze running through your fingers as you drive through back country roads. fields of gold fading into the distant hues of the sunset. it’s lemonade on the front porch in the heat of the afternoon. picnics under warm rays of sun. like waiting for golden hour to break. hopeful nights lit by fairy lights in the cool breeze of the evening. mesmerizing expeditions that consume the weekend. finding wildflowers peeking through old fences. the feeling of warm winds through open windows of a car. it’s the sun without the shadows. your head drifting to the clouds. and pretty hearts filled with gold.”

-.sp, fresh linen & citrus