... & the pea
You laid in the grass for hours. Reading. Dreaming. Sugar snap peas climbed around you like a crown. The scent of magnolia and violet misted the air. And you—finally—were still.
This perfume is for that kind of softness. The kind that doesn’t scream to be seen but dares to take up space anyway.
Too green to be true, yet grounded. Airy but piercing. Like the moment you realise you don’t need anyone else to feel enchanted. You are the fairytale.
A scent made for softness as strength. For solitary joy. For those who choose their own endings.
Grown in gardens. Bottled in England. Made for magic.
