Zoologist Harvest Mouse Travel SprayAutumn winds skip across golden wheat fields. As the tall grasses billow, the rattle of husks beats a soft prairie lullaby, signalling to the weary sun to rest. In the fading light, tiny harvest mice venture forth, scrambling to gather seeds and fruits. For once the sun sinks fully beneath the horizon, its rule of the sky is bestowed on another. And when the coo of the owl breaks the night, the mice dash, trembling, back to their nests. Like a

a school of squid emerges

sometimes for years

faded yet never fully erased

surrendering their heady aroma to the heavy jungle air

inviting the family to venture from their cozy den

Up to 100 feet long

aquatic salamanders

while apple gently sweetens the soft aroma of fresh milk

patient in the knowledge that one day they will meet

The result is a unique and carefree scent that snuggles in around you

never having had to endure the vicious bars of a cage

ferrying a precious cargo of nectar and pollen to deposit it within cramped honeycomb cells