Blackberry Soap

This one is like a childhood summer’s day. You awake to the sun beaming through a crack in your curtains a bound out of bed only to be stopped at the door by your mother holding out a bowl of freshly-picked, oh-so juicy, and good enough to gobble down raspberries – so you do. A citrusy and floral scent hangs in the air with herbal undertones as the flower and plants make the most of the sun’s rays. You bend over to pluck a Peony and catch its light hints of citrusy spice as you place it in your hair. Before long, you’re galloping to the local playground with the scent of freshly-mown lawns lining the way. Hints of earth White woods, golden amber, and nostalgic musk hang in the air as you play, all kindly gifted from the surrounding woods. A friend’s parent appears with sparkling, crisp cold drinks – playing is hard work, after all. You gulp down the cool-as-a-cucumber, almost metallic, unmistakably blackberry lemonade that you could swear had a little vanilla added as a sweet treat. Ye