Leather by way of birch tar, but made fresh. Imagine you’re walking through a spring wood, the river has just started to thaw, the sun is hitting the damp ground, the air smells amazingly fresh. As you crunch through the woods, stomping past fallen leaves, branches, disturbing everything that lay under the snow for the winter. In the distance, smoke comes out of a chimney and you hear the dogs. Time to get home before it gets dark.
