Kusaka & WitchHazel
Did you ever notice how the midnight nettle whispers a different song when the wind takes a turn? I’ve mixed a brew that lets you hear the wind’s secrets. Curious?
The nettle's tune shifts with the wind, but I listen to the ground. Your brew? Worth a sip, but I’ll trust the trail more than a potion.
Trust the soil’s pulse, that’s the real map. But if you’re bored, the nettle’s gossip is just as handy.
You’re right, the soil whispers the truth. But a nettle gossip can’t hurt, just keep the pot close.
A pot under the old oak keeps the gossip safe—just don’t let any curious foxsneak in.