One Has To Be Careful

[doomsday_disco]

Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily, wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like, being somebody else, when suddenly he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank was a large hole.

 

“Aha!” said Pooh. (Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum.) “If I know anything about anything, that hole means Rabbit,” he said, “and Rabbit means Company,” he said, “and Company means Food and Listening-to-Me-Humming and such like. Rum-tum-tum-tiddle-um.”

 

So he bent down, put his head into the hole, and called out:

 

“Is anybody at home?”

 

There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then silence.

 

“What I said was, ‘Is anybody at home?'” called out Pooh very loudly.

 

“No!” said a voice; and then added, “You needn’t shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time.”

 

“Bother!” said Pooh. “Isn’t there anybody here at all?”

 

“Nobody.”

 

Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little, and he thought to himself, “There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said ‘Nobody.'” So he put his head back in the hole, and said:

 

“Hallo, Rabbit, isn’t that you?”

 

“No,” said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time.

 

“But isn’t that Rabbit’s voice?”

 

“I don’t think so,” said Rabbit. “It isn’t meant to be.”

 

“Oh!” said Pooh.

 

He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put it back, and said:

 

“Well, could you very kindly tell me where Rabbit is?”

 

“He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear, who is a great friend of his.”

 

“But this is Me!” said Bear, very much surprised.

 

“What sort of Me?”

 

“Pooh Bear.”

 

“Are you sure?” said Rabbit, still more surprised.

 

“Quite, quite sure,” said Pooh.

 

“Oh, well, then, come in.”

 

So Pooh pushed and pushed and pushed his way through the hole, and at last he got in.

 

“You were quite right,” said Rabbit, looking at him all over. “It is you. Glad to see you.”

 

“Who did you think it was?”

 

“Well, I wasn’t sure. You know how it is in the Forest. One can’t have anybody coming into one’s house. One has to be careful. What about a mouthful of something?”

 

Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o’clock in the morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs; and when Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?” he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, “But don’t bother about the bread, please.” And for a long time after that he said nothing … until at last, humming to himself in a rather sticky voice, he got up, shook Rabbit lovingly by the paw, and said that he must be going on.

 

“Must you?” said Rabbit politely.

 

“Well,” said Pooh, “I could stay a little longer if it—if you——” and he tried very hard to look in the direction of the larder.

 

“As a matter of fact,” said Rabbit, “I was going out myself directly.”

 

“Oh, well, then, I’ll be going on. Good-bye.”

 

“Well, good-bye, if you’re sure you won’t have any more.”

 

“Is there any more?” asked Pooh quickly.

 

Rabbit took the covers off the dishes, and said, “No, there wasn’t.”

 

“I thought not,” said Pooh, nodding to himself. “Well, good-bye. I must be going on.”

 

The Hundred Acre Wood’s resident Virgo (affectionate). The scent of neat rows and polite refusals: toasted oats and clover honey, crushed lemon verbena, wild carrot leaf, and white tea poured with exacting care. A dab of condensed milk on a clean spoon, a faint rustle of vetiver, and a courteous cough to suggest that your visit has gone on quite long enough.

[Mufasa]

This one’s pretty wild, it’s very sweet. It kind of gives a hard candy vibe. Like the ricola cherry cough things with a slight bedusting of powdered sugar. I don’t really get any of the scent notes on it which is weird. I’m not a great connoisseur of smells by any metric but I can usually pick up at least one of the scent notes. Maybe it’s the lemon verbena that makes me think fruit hard candy but I don’t know. It’s so unlike white rabbit which is more what I imagined in my head but I like it because it’s still light and refreshing.

[wilhelmscream]

In the bottle, I smell mostly sweet, chewy oats, crisp lemon verbena, with a bit of carrot, white tea and vetiver. Herbal, earthy and very tidy.

 

It smells very of the earth, or of the garden. Like you're having a cup of tea in the garden. But there is a sense of urgency in there. Don't get too comfortable in the garden and outstay your welcome.

 

After about an hour, what remains is a sort of herbaceous oat-milk-honey musk.

 

[ghoulnextdoor]

You're having a peaceful morning, enjoying your elevenses, minding your own business, and living quietly as one does when you glance out the window and there's your weirdo neighbor again. Full setup this time: gimbal rig, ring light positioned to catch the morning sun, lavalier mic clipped to their embroidered waistcoat. They've arranged a tableau on their hobbit-hole's front step - bowl of heritage grain toasted oats, bunches of fresh carrot greens still dirt-speckled, pot of fresh, lemony verbena tea steaming invitingly. "Good morning, Shire fam! Welcome back to my channel. Today we're doing my cozy morning routine - very clean hobbit aesthetic, very second-breakfast-core." Take after take, adjusting the angle, moving the honey pot three centimeters left. "This heritage oat situation has been such a game-changer for my wellness journey, link to the mill in my description, don't gatekeep!" The whole scene smells genuinely wholesome despite the production: toasty grains, fresh-pulled vegetables, proper tea poured with care. They grew those carrots themselves. The oats are from their own stores. They might be ridiculously mugging for the camera, but you can't fake roots that deep. You smile ruefully and help yourself to another slice of seed cake. Maybe a barley scone too. It's a long time til afternoon tea!

[doomsday_disco]

I like Rabbit's scent more than I thought I would! It starts off with a blast of lemony white tea, followed by some lemon verbena, and a smackerel honey. Then the oats and condensed milk emerge and eventually overtake the bright notes, making it more like a sweet, toasty oat scent. I am pleased to report that the vetiver seems to be missing in action on me, so if it's lurking beneath these notes, it is very well-behaved and not a strong, smoky variety.

 

I think this would be perfect to wear during spring and am so glad it worked out (especially since the White Rabbit from the Mad Tea Party collection does not jive with my chemistry).

[perfumeplease]

The person who said this smelled like a Ricola cough drop was spot on lol! Immediately upon application that's all I get but like a really fancy version of a Ricola cough drop. Once it dries and settles into the skin the honey is still strong but it's soft and tempered by the oats and brightened by the lemon verbena and carrot leaf. It's a scent that lifts your spirits.