The Haze of Noon

Once Upon a Summer Series - Blog 3

And ... of course, that hot part of a Summer afternoon at a beach in Rio had to evoke different feelings. Wow! Those very scalding days is not something I will ever miss. 

If mornings were kissed with salty breezes and coconut laughter, afternoons came cloaked in a brazen blaze. The sun, unapologetic, dripped fire across the pavement and turned sand into a skillet. It was the hour of retreat, when mothers became the guardians of skin and sanity.

Our skin, glazed in sunscreen and stories, would prickle with the warning of too much. My brother’s cheeks, flushed, told their own tale. But our mom—wise, intentional, unwavering—always knew when play turned to peril. She called us home like a lighthouse in the heat. Lunchtime came light: rice, maybe beans, slices of mango. And afterward, the promise of something cold.

Cherry popsicles—red as rebellion, sweet as shade. It was the only time of year she let us have many. Sticky lips, stained fingers, fleeting moments of quiet joy in the refuge of air-conditioning. I remember the soft hum of the freezer, the damp chill on our skin after we rinsed away the ocean.

So when it came time to bottle that memory, citrus felt too bright. We needed a scent that could hold the heat. Cherry did. Bold and childlike, it held the defiance of play under a scorching sun and the comfort of care that followed.

What's a flavor that instantly takes you back to a specific memory? Share your story with us in the comments!

In the meantime, discover our Sun-Kissed scrub and relive the fleeting joy of a summer afternoon.

And Hot Nights is our last scent down memory lane. Come check it out! I promise it won't disappoint. And just to prove that life is indeed about perspectives and perceptions, which are different from person to person, some of the ealier testers for Hot Nights, felt like it reminded them of Fall. I'm here Lol'ing just because I love it.