ROMASS Coastal Chill Eau de Parfum Unisex Fragrance with Frosted Bergamot, Tidepool Moss & Sun-Bleached Ambergris | 3.4oz/100ml

A Voyage Through Liquid Horizons & Bioluminescent Secrets

The Essence of Untamed Depths

Coastal Chill is a fragrance that captures the primal pulse of the ocean’s edge, where crashing waves merge with abyssal mysteries. Blending frigid mineralic clarity with the dark seduction of uncharted waters, it evokes the haunting beauty of realms where light fractures into liquid shadows. Inspired by the phosphorescent glow of midnight tides and the salt-crusted relics of forgotten shipwrecks, this scent is a cipher to the sea’s dual soul—both destroyer and sanctuary.

Fragrance Notes

Top Notes: Frosted Bergamot, Arctic Brine, Black Currant Ice

A shattering opening of ice-locked citrus sharpened by subzero seawater, like plunging into a glacial fjord—bracing, electrifying, with a vein of forbidden sweetness cracking through the frost.

Heart Notes: Abalone Flower, Smoked Kelp, Tidepool Ambergris

The fragrance’s core surges with the metallic nectar of bioluminescent blooms, the iodine tang of sunken seaweed forests, and the smoky warmth of ambergris harvested from drowned whale carcasses—a hymn to life thriving in the crushing dark.

Base Notes: Fossilized Coral, Salt-Cured Teak, Pearl Musk

A primal finale of ancient reef minerals, shipwreck timber preserved in brine, and the luminous animalic glow of mollusk secretions—echoing the ocean’s eternal cycle of erasure and rebirth.

Inspiration

Coastal Chill is born from humanity’s fraught romance with the abyss. It pays homage to:

The lighthouse keepers of Cape Horn, who battled 100-foot rogue waves to ignite beacons in ink-black chaos.

The pearl divers of the Sulu Sea, lungs burning as they plundered jewels from the ocean’s clenched fist.

The ghost ships drifting through the Dragon’s Triangle, their holds brimming with coral-encrusted secrets.

This is not a scent—it’s a liquid manifesto for those who hear siren calls in crashing surf, who taste monsoons before clouds form, and whose veins carry the salt of ten thousand nautical miles.

Coastal Chill—Where Waves Carve Fate and Depths Swallow Time

For the ones who chase tempests, who decode constellations in foam patterns, and whose pulse syncs to the moon’s pull. Let your aura ripple like sunlight through fathoms, long after the shore dissolves into horizon.

Technical Mastery

Longevity: 8+ hours (engineered to outlast hurricane-force winds and equatorial sun).

Sillage: A phantom wake—distant as a foghorn’s lament, intimate as a lover’s whisper through a conch shell.