To me, Golden Hour is that magic time of day when the afternoon is over, but it’s not quite evening, and the golden glow of the sun setting over the marsh on Pawleys Island creates the most ethereal cotton candy sky. The tide is rushing in fast but also somehow seems like slow motion. You take a deep breath of the salty sea air around you, and a sip of the perfectly chilled wine in your hand and think to yourself: “this is heaven to me.”
freesia + sea salt + citrus + amber
To me, Golden Hour is that magic time of day when the afternoon is over, but it’s not quite evening, and the golden glow of the sun setting over the marsh on Pawleys Island creates the most ethereal cotton candy sky. The tide is rushing in fast but also somehow seems like slow motion. You take a deep breath of the salty sea air around you, and a sip of the perfectly chilled wine in your hand and think to yourself: “this is heaven to me.”
freesia + sea salt + citrus + amber