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Small multi-petaled bloom on a thin stem, color varying through every lot the forager brings in, root-clump still carrying a pinch of the meadow it came out of. Smells vaguely green, vaguely sweet, entirely unremarkable in the best possible way.
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Foraged from whichever stretch of untended ground is currently producing, with the understanding that the definition of untended ground shifts every summer. Herbalists buy them in bulk, sort them by hand, and then insist to outsiders that sorting by hand is not a practical use of a herbalist's time, which is the first lesson any apprentice learns to ignore.