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Oðin's Treasures, Crimson Veil of Warmth: I know the lace that guards the seed, Where pepper, wood, and sweetness meet. Its fragrant warmth runs bright and fine, More lifted than the nutmeg vine. In sauce and bread its strength is cast, A golden note that holds and lasts. Dried to crimson, ground with care, It leaves a noble richness there.
