the Skaw on the northern tip of Jutland:
trees few and small;
"Northward across the Skagerrak, westward across the North Sea, the eye found no spoor of land, only this wet wilderness. The air was damp, mostly chill, always laden with taste of salt, smells of kelp and fish, never really at rest. Gulls wheeled and mewed in their hundreds."
-Poul Anderson, War Of The Gods (Tor Books, New York, 1999), p. 224.
The observer sees the sea, feels damp and cold, tastes salt, smells seaweed and fish and hears seagulls so here we have a description appealing to all five of the senses.