Hedgerow is a celebration of wild abundance—an ode to bramble-stained fingers, sun-warmed paths, and the joy of turning foraged treasures into something golden and good. The scent rises like steam from a just-baked crumble: ripe berries, bursting and sweet, wrapped in the buttery comfort of oats and sugar, crisped to perfection.

There’s a hint of hedgerow leaves still clinging to the fruit, a whisper of the untamed countryside folded into every note. It’s a scent that speaks of autumn afternoons, messy aprons, and the quiet triumph of baking something beautiful from what the wild offers.