The house tells it as the end of a road through the Byzantine world: first light on warm limestone, then bare feet on the white terraces near Hierapolis, mineral water running over the stone and salt drying slowly on skin. It is just as clear about what the fragrance is not — no ocean, no blue aquatic, no sporty citrus, and nothing ambroxan-heavy — which is a sharper line than houses usually draw around their own release. Rock Salt sits in the Signature Line, and both sizes still add to the cart.