The lidded pot sat outside for at least another month. When I took the lid off, I was immediately taken back to childhood farm memories, cattle specifically, if you know what I mean. Our herding dog loved it -- the smell, the taste, everything -- she ever-so-slowly tried to steal a particularly tasty piece of cotton.
Bindweed transfer a lovely golden hue. There's hardly a trace of the markings from the elder dye-bath though.
My hands smell really, really bad.