Brought back from winter 2021 apothecary boxes.
She's the silence in the night as you take in the glitter of fresh snow. She's the howling, bitter wet wind. She's the drop in temperature that urges you to build the fire up for warmth. She sits in her domain between Samhain and Imbolc. As the earth sleeps she encourages you to do the same. To slow down, release, and rest. The ancient one that transforms us all.
Fixed with cardamom, saffron, spiced plum, balsam fir, and currant.