Where the forest walks on water
At the mouth of the Ganges, the land gives up being land. The Sundarbans — the largest mangrove forest on earth — is redrawn twice a day by the tide: creeks become channels, mudflats become mirrors, and whole islands hold their breath under saltwater. The air is green and mineral at once — wet leaves, brine, sun-warmed mud — and somewhere in the shadows of the prop roots, the Royal Bengal tiger moves without a sound.
Sundarban Tide is that ebb and flood, composed. Bergamot and marine salt break bright over green leaves, a heart of mangrove accord and water lily rises on vetiver, and the tide finally settles into wet woods, moss, patchouli and mineral musk — clean, wild, and made for daylight.
