Night has settled over the Vale.
Bracken curls beneath the cold, its fading fronds dark against damp earth. Beyond the path, the last rhubarb of the season stands vivid amongst the shadows.
The air bites at first.
Tart rhubarb and apple break through the autumn cold, followed by cinnamon carried faintly on the evening air.
Walk deeper and everything begins to soften.
Clove brings warmth amongst the bracken. Peach and the last faded roses offer a fleeting sweetness before darkness gathers beneath the trees.
Then comes the comfort.
Sandalwood rises from the woods while vanilla and brown sugar linger like warmth held against cold hands.
The landscape remains wild.
But somewhere within it, there is always warmth to be found.
Rhubarb & Midnight Bracken is the hidden comfort of an autumn night, tart, spiced, dark and quietly familiar.
