As the wheel turns to spring, the Alchemist’s Garden awakens. Pressed flowers emerge from between the pages of timeworn grimoires, their delicate forms preserved in botanical notations on crisp parchment. Glass vials glisten with tinctures of rare herbs, suspended in amber light. The air hums with the scent of damp earth, dried lavender, and the lingering traces of an old spell.

This is a season of transformation—where ivy overtakes forgotten greenhouses, wilted blooms unfurl under the shifting light, and the alchemist’s hands record the secret properties of each root, petal, and stem. In this garden, decay and renewal are one and the same, a whispered reminder that from death, something new always emerges.

Step inside - the season of magick is upon us...