The grass is still cool and heavy with dew against your boots as you wander into the garden, the air quiet and expectant. You move slowly through the tangled rows, your fingers brushing against the delicate, paper-thin petals of Sweet Pea and the velvety unfurling of a garden Rose. There is a quiet magic in the morning air—the heady, honeyed scent of Hyacinth waking up under the pale sun, its perfume rising to meet the first light.

Cradling a wild, fragrant bundle of stems against your jumper, you wander back toward the cottage, the ethereal sweetness of Jasmine following you like a quiet shadow. Once inside the studio, you set the blooms into a mismatched jar on the scrubbed wooden table. As the kettle begins to hum, the bright floral notes soften, mingling with the scent of Warm Woods and a comforting whisk of Vanilla that lingers in the rafters. It is the simple beauty of bringing the outside in; a fleeting moment of a spring morning, captured to burn all day long.