JAMES SIRIUS POTTER + amortentia
It starts with a warmth, an elegant smoky woodnote that transports him to autumn, the smell of adventures had in the forest. Associated with autumn is the season of pumpkin, his favorite, particularly an individualized pumpkin soup recipe that carries with it just a hint of nutmeg. When autumn fades to winter, so does the snow, its aroma crisp and clean and cold. But it all reminds him of the hearth, of the home, of a sort of comfort that he can find nowhere else than at the Burrow where laughter can cure him of any chill that winter may bring.















