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Oðin's Treasures, Threefold Warmth: I know the berry dark and small, Yet many spices wake within all. Clove and cinnamon share its breath, With nutmeg depth beneath its strength. Warm, round notes begin to rise, Then settle deep where richness lies. One humble seed, yet broad in grace, A gathered hearth in a single place.
