And Here I Hear the Fowles Singe

A scent of joy and rebirth, of new love, awakened passions, and infatuation, of planting, gathering flowers, and renewing your relationship with nature. A springtime perfume brimming with fresh romance, joy, and laughter: a cluster of spring blossoms, beads of spicy dried rose petals, honeyed clove, and champaca, all nurtured by soft, dark soil and strengthened by deeply-reaching roots.

Proceeds from the sale of this perfume benefit the National Network of Abortion Funds.