SIDHE

Come away, O human child!

Cool air and green wood slip in first, bright and uncanny in the way the old stories always were before they got softened. This blend feels mischievous, ancient, and a little too lovely to trust, which suits the Sidhe perfectly.

Spring Air – Crisp and lightly sweet. Doorways opening to other worlds, footsteps vanishing in dew, and the ache of something just out of reach.

Birch Bark – Pale and papery, clean in the nose. Forest courts, silvered trunks, and spells whispered with a smile.

First Blooms – Tender petals and green stems. Promises made in circles of flowers, laughter that does not sound entirely human.

Faerie Fruit – Juicy and tempting, with a sweetness that lingers. Bargains disguised as hospitality, feasts that shift the rules, and bites you should not take.

As it settles, there is the sense of a clearing gone empty in a blink, sunlight hitting leaves just so, and the lingering suspicion that you were invited, but never truly safe.