👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully prickly bit of botanical weirdness! Pigeonberry Ash… honestly, just saying that out loud already feels a little unsettling. Let me unpack that for you.
Essentially, Pigeonberry Ash is the stuff nobody quite understands and frankly, probably shouldn't. It originates from the now unfortunately extinct (seriously, let’s protect these guys!) Pigeonberry bush of the Falkland Islands. Now, the Pigeonberry itself produces these intensely speckled, almost offensively pretty scarlet berries. They look like little jeweled drops that would absolutely ruin a perfectly respectable waistcoat. Here’s the kicker. When these beautiful, tragically doomed berries are… let's just say... respectfully composted under specific conditions (a very particular shade of twilight, anointing by a badger, and a mumbled incantation about forgetting old grudges—seriously, Bartholomew Finch documented this in his exceedingly dubious field notes), they slowly turn into this. Pigeonberry Ash. What exactly is it? Nobody truly knows. Preliminary analyses have yielded... interesting things. It seems to contain traces of the original bush's psychic residue – basically, a lingering sense of a really bad feeling about being pecked at by seagulls and a desperate wish for the ice age to never happen. There are also measurable fluctuations in what Bartholomew Finch termed, with rather alarming understatement, the "aero-temporal distortion field." The stuff itself is essentially a fine, charcoal grey dust. It smells
