The Botanarchist attaché of choice for gallantly gleaning vegetative matter the world over. Stuff it with the splendors of your foraging fêtes, be it chic unbridled greenery for dinner party centerpieces, hairy herbaceous salad greens, undying and seemingly immortal garden weeds, magically evil witch poisons, obligatory housewarming plants, phallic fungi that make you blush, rare amazonian jungle foliage with clandestine curative properties, inconsiderately tenuous fern fronds, extremely acrid and narcotic solanaceous night blooms, insipid yet innocent spring buds, remarkably modern Philodendron folioles, tiny succulents gleaned under moon glow from your neighbor’s garden, or the severed heads of the patriarchy. I am not here to judge what you forage, I am just helping you stow it with utilitarian panache.

Proceeds of tote sales go to United Plant Savers, whose mission is to protect native medicinal plants of the United States and Canada and their native habitat, while ensuring an abundant renewable supply of medicinal plants for generations to come.

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