Nevel Weide 330ml

A picnic in the grass on a lazy afternoon, the sun high in the sky, your bare feet playing with the tiny blades. The soft buzzing of a honey bee visiting nearby flowers carries you away, a bird chirps excitedly in the woods. A small insect tickles your skin, a broken sprig pricks your side. A lost dewdrop clings stubbornly to the grass, the wind carries the sweet scent of hay from a neighbouring farm.