I Have Walked Both

I Have Walked Both

Between Fisheating Creek in Florida once known as Tasmania, and the far-southern bays of Van Diemen’s Land, there is a thread that binds. Two shores, two gardens, two lives divided by oceans yet joined by memory.

I have walked both.

I have breathed the resin of pines in the heat of the Everglades and crushed thyme underfoot where the Roaring Forties rake the coast. In both places, the water carries secrets. In both, the gardens remember hands that laboured in silence, planting for futures they would never see.

These elixirs are drawn from that crossing — perfumes, waters, and oils brewed as offerings. They are not merely scents but keys, carrying the hush of dusk, the brightness of citrus, the drift of smoke, the blessing of frankincense.

To walk both is to stand between worlds.

To hold in hand a bottle of Van Diemen’s Elixirs is to touch that threshold — the garden at the edge, the story in the water, the silence that speaks.