A light breeze tousles your hair as the sun warms your cheeks. You hear the sweet chatter of bluebirds in a nearby tree. The rustle of freshly grown leaves, swaying. A slight smell of lemon peel lights up your senses, you open your eyes. You're in our biergarten with a tulip of Lavender Hill. You press it to your lips and take a sip to be greeted with just the slightest taste of lavender. It's the perfect day.