A slow burn carried aloft by the sense of transcendent joy that comes from foraging out at the edges of things. Illuminated by scent memory from travels and the undeniably pretty leftover unfinished reel from the after sessions of David Crosby's first solo record - The Coast Road
…is a wafting sillage of orange blossoms and lime, salty mandarin zest, Italian lemon, and soft sage stacked on harmonies of coriander, delicate jasmine, and creamy aromatic vapors of sandalwood, cedar, and guiac wood. Maritime pine floats on top of melodic, effervescent waves of scented dark blue waters along sun-swept coastal roads where the sea's music meets the earth's perfumes.
The music feels the way a dream sounds when you try to retell it in the morning: foggy, only loosely coherent, dissolving in real-time.