There’s something about the pasture that stays with you.The quiet rustle of dried grass, the way the wind smells just before sundown, the feeling of worn cotton and sunlight on your skin. Prairie Lace doesn’t just sit on you 🌾 it laces itself to your memories. It opens with sweet tea, sun-warmed bergamot, and the scent of dry field edges. The heart is soft 🤎 a blend of wild jasmine, cotton breeze, and worn lace, like laundry line linens in a golden breeze. It dries down into golden musk, amber thread, and dried field flowers, fading in and out like the places that raised you.