Mother Nurture
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She steps out of the orchard with a babe on her hip, a tray of icing-warm cinnamon buns balanced on one arm, deer and rabbits trailing her hem like gossip. Mother Nurture is the goddess of the full table and the open door, so her scent is what her arms would smell like: fresh, ripe pears folded into great granny's vanilla baked goods, thick with cream, warm from the oven, lingering the way home lingers. Extremely indulgent, unhurried, intoxicating from across the room.
Ripe Pear. Warm Cinnamon. Cream. Great Granny's Vanilla Baked Goods, Fresh From the Oven.
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