Body Lotion

Blackwater Drift

A weightless wave of luxury. This lotion melts into the skin, blending lightweight oils, aloe vera, and ocean-smooth seaweed for deep, lasting hydration with a satin finish. Balanced with coconut oil, jojoba, and hemp seed oils, it softens without residue—just silky, luminous skin kissed with lingering fragrance. Ingredients: Water (Aqua), Aloe Barbadensis Leaf Juice, Glycerin, Propanediol, Squalane, Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride, Cetearyl Olivate (and) Sorbitan Olivate, Cetearyl Alcohol, Hemisqualane, Simmondsia Chinensis (Jojoba) Seed Oil, Cannabis Sativa (Hemp) Seed Oil, Chondrus Crispus (Carrageenan) Extract, Maranta Arundinacea (Arrowroot) Root Powder, Tocopheryl Acetate (Vitamin E), Parfum (Fragrance), Phenoxyethanol (and) Caprylyl Glycol. Fragrances: Blackwater Drift The tide turns midnight. Oakmoss clings to weathered timbers as amberwood smolders beneath the surface. A hush of salt, a shimmer of lily, and the deep pull of something ancient. A scent that moves like the undertow — slow, powerful, and impossible to escape. Moss. Amber. Depth. ⸻ Saltwater The moment the wave breaks — light refracts, sea foam bursts, and the air crackles with lemon and lavender. Rose drifts through the brine, leaving a shimmer that feels like sunlight on skin. Saltwater is bright, crisp, and alive — the ocean mid-laugh. Brisk. Clean. Electric. ⸻ Undercurrent Mango glows like bottled sunrise; honey spills over cinnamon bark and sweet mandarin. The scent hums — warm, inviting, and quietly dangerous. It lingers like a secret the sea refuses to surrender. Spice. Fruit. Allure ⸻ Seafarer’s Calm Morning fog over open water. Steam curls from white tea as bergamot and sage stir softly in the breeze. Beneath it all, amber and violet drift in slow rhythm — the calm between tides, the clarity before the voyage. Herbal. Clean. Zen ⸻ Castaway’s Paradise A flash of grapefruit, a twist of pineapple, and the warmth of coconut cream spilling over sun-kissed skin. Vanilla hums low, like a lullaby of palm shadows and lazy waves. It’s joy washed ashore — barefoot, glowing, and free. Tropic. Fruit. Cream