Coach Dreams smells like a California road trip through Palm Springs, windows down and warm desert air rushing through the car. There’s a bright, juicy freshness at first, like biting into a crisp pear at a roadside fruit stand, while white flowers and dry desert greenery blow in through the windows. As the afternoon heats up, everything becomes warmer and a little sun kissed, with a cool, almost watery cactus freshness clinging to your skin. Hair blowing everywhere, sunglasses on, destination set, this is a woman on a mission with nothing but open road ahead.
