Palms full of sea glass glinting against the sun. The tiniest little sprig of zest against a skyline of rippling whitecaps: Atlantic, Pacific, a frosty spring morning or an early winter twilight, you tell us. Either way: a green field of fresh. The nostalgic bite of a clarifying, delicious chill. Transport your wrists or your room into a meditative, verdant field with just a few drops.