In the black furrow of a field

I saw an old witch-hare this night;

And she cocked a lissome ear,

And she eyed the moon so bright,

And she nibbled of the green;

And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,”

Away like a ghostie o’er the field

She fled, and left the moonlight there.

– Walter De La Mare

 

A scent for the Shadow Between the Hedgerows: hay absolute, red benzoin, clove bud, brown sandalwood, balsam, hops, cardamom, German chamomile, and cacao ambrette.

Art by Drew Rausch!