The veil is thin. The air is crisp. And the year is at once both old and new. Pumpkin Spice, earthy Hazelnut Black, and smoked Lapsang Souchong combine seamlessly, forming a dry blend reminiscent of fallen acorns, woodsmoke, and the crackle of leaves underfoot. It's a sober meditation on the turn of the year, when everything seems more-than and time is everpresent in our thoughts.