It's March on the East Coast somewhere. You're in a forest and it's cloudy in a way that gives everything just the right amount of light. It's too cold for spring, too long of a day for winter. A handsome red-haired stranger approaches.
"Hello," you say, as he comes near.
"Hello," he replies and nods, then reaches into his coat to pull out a large root of wild ginger.
"This is for you," he says, as he hands you the ginger...All of this, right before you wake up...in your bed, sweating, with the sun in your eyes - it's spring at last.
Ginger endings indeed. Keep your hands soft with this talc-like rock of ginger, rosemary, fir needle, and patchouli. Made with green clay.