Some seasons fade. Autumn stays, if you know how to bottle it. There’s this tiny window each year when everything feels suspended in gold: apples and pears sagging on heavy branches, hedgerow herbs giving their final bow, summer’s last blooms twisting in a breeze laced with woodsmoke. It’s the kind of moment you start missing while you’re still in it. That’s why I love what @ffern.co does, capturing a whole season in a single breath. Their Autumn 25 fragrance distills the harvest itself: crab ap