The hedgerow is the boundary between field and forest. The veil between the physical and spiritual realms. It’s a liminal place where whispers of spirits mingle with the cawing of crows. A place for rosehips, hops, elder, moss, and the hedge witch who calls this transitional border home. I, myself, dwell in the hedgerow. My fields transition into acres of deep forest that I call my own. I frequent the plants and spirits here, communicating in their etheric language of vibrations. When the blackberry thorns prick my skin, it feels delicious. Like a pretty pinch from across the veil.
 
Jasmine, patchouli, & cedarwood 
and Tiger's eye
 
100% Soy wax - Essential oils