Each of these shimmering talismans hangs like a poem suspended in sunlight — fragments of color and crystal that turn the day itself into something divine. Formed from agate slices born of the earth and prisms that capture the sky, they dance between realms — half dream, half memory — scattering specters of light across wall and windowpane.
As the sun passes through, the room becomes a cathedral of quiet rainbows, each beam a whispered spell. Moons, stars, and celestial sigils turn with the breath of the air, as though tracing forgotten constellations once sung by the soul.
Hang them where dawn first touches your world or where twilight lingers longest. They are not mere ornaments, but guardians of beauty and omen, reminders that even in darkness, light finds a way to shimmer through — softly, eternally, like the last line of a forgotten verse.
From the dim glow of candlelit parlors and the hush of midnight tea, come these ornate relics of refinement and reverie. Each spoon, forged in tones of antique gold, burnished bronze, and spectral silver, bears the delicate imprint of forgotten blooms — petals immortalized in metal. At the end of every stem, a crystal gleams like captured moonlight, trembling with the secrets of another age.
They are not mere utensils, but ritual tools for dreamers and poets — perfect for stirring elixirs, sweetening tea, or tracing patterns in candle flame and thought. To hold one is to feel the weight of centuries softened by beauty; to stir with one is to wake something old and lovely in the soul.
Whether laid upon your altar, beside your cup, or within a cabinet of curiosities, these spoons whisper of elegance long past — tokens of grace for those who find poetry in the smallest acts of ritual.
In the hush between heartbeats, when the house sighs and the wind murmurs at the windowpane, cast this simmering blend of fruit and spice into your cauldron of warmth. As it steeps, the air comes alive — redolent of cranberries and oranges, apples and allspice, clove and cedar, each note a memory both sweet and spectral.
The cinnamon stirs like an old verse rediscovered, the bay leaf guards the threshold, and the cedar breathes the forest’s solemn hymn. Together they weave a perfume of comfort and decay — the scent of forgotten parlors, candlelit letters, and embers whispering secrets to the dark.
Let it simmer slow, and your home becomes a poem of smoke and solace, the kind Poe himself might have written had he traded ink for fire. A ritual for autumn hearts and haunted souls — where warmth and melancholy meet, and the night itself seems to lean closer to listen.
Immerse thyself in a graveyard hush of steam and scent — a sanctum where sorrow softens, and the mortal coil forgets its ache. These herbal bath salts, steeped in petals, roots, and whispered spells, dissolve into the water like fragments of forgotten dreams.
Each crystal holds a trace of the night: salt of the sea for cleansing despair, herbs for the heart’s unrest, and blossoms for the soul’s secret grief. As they bloom in your bath, the air fills with a fragrance both melancholic and divine — the perfume of a midnight garden long untended, where beauty and decay entwine like lovers in eternal repose.
Let the warmth draw you downward, as though into the velvet depths of a Poe tale — where rest is not death, but a tender undoing. Rise anew, reborn from the dark, with spirit unburdened and skin kissed by calm.
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Bitter and uncompromising, senna is the purge and the reckoning. It cleanses what festers within, forcing renewal through release. Used wisely, it restores balance; used rashly, it reminds that all remedies bear their edge.
A stern teacher in the apothecary’s hall.
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Bitter and uncompromising, senna is the purge and the reckoning. It cleanses what festers within, forcing renewal through release. Used wisely, it restores balance; used rashly, it reminds that all remedies bear their edge.
A stern teacher in the apothecary’s hall.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Dark jewels of protection, elderberries glisten with ancient magic. Their deep purple hue conceals a potent elixir against the chill of sickness and sorrow. Brewed into syrup or charm, they guard the living from winter’s grasp.
A watchful ward against decay and despair.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Dark jewels of protection, elderberries glisten with ancient magic. Their deep purple hue conceals a potent elixir against the chill of sickness and sorrow. Brewed into syrup or charm, they guard the living from winter’s grasp.
A watchful ward against decay and despair.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Steadfast and subtle, raspberry leaf embodies quiet strength. Once prized by healers and mothers, it lends stability where life wavers. In steeped infusion, it steadies the body; in spirit, it fortifies resolve.
A humble leaf of endurance and quiet power.
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Steadfast and subtle, raspberry leaf embodies quiet strength. Once prized by healers and mothers, it lends stability where life wavers. In steeped infusion, it steadies the body; in spirit, it fortifies resolve.
A humble leaf of endurance and quiet power.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Soft remnants of love’s bloom, rose petals carry both devotion and decay in their scent. Fragrant, tender, and eternal, they honor affection’s memory even as it fades. Used in charm, bath, or brew, they invoke beauty, healing, and the bittersweet ache of remembrance.
A perfume for grief that still glows.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A herb for the haunted mind, skullcap quiets the restless and the waking dead alike. Its calm descends like twilight over troubled thoughts, soothing the nerves that tremble unseen. In rest or ritual, it is a draught of serenity for those too long pursued by their own anxieties.
Peace for the storm within.
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A herb for the haunted mind, skullcap quiets the restless and the waking dead alike. Its calm descends like twilight over troubled thoughts, soothing the nerves that tremble unseen. In rest or ritual, it is a draught of serenity for those too long pursued by their own anxieties.
Peace for the storm within.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A sentinel among herbs, mullein stands tall against shadow and storm. Its velvety leaves guard the breath and banish the darkness that settles in the lungs and spirit. Burned or steeped, it cleanses the air of despair and calls back vitality.
A torch of healing for the heavy-hearted.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A sentinel among herbs, mullein stands tall against shadow and storm. Its velvety leaves guard the breath and banish the darkness that settles in the lungs and spirit. Burned or steeped, it cleanses the air of despair and calls back vitality.
A torch of healing for the heavy-hearted.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Soft as mist upon the moor, marshmallow root soothes and heals with tender patience. Its sweetness lingers like a promise of comfort, easing the raw and weary within. In potion or poultice, it mends what sorrow has worn thin.
A gentle protector in an unkind world.
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Soft as mist upon the moor, marshmallow root soothes and heals with tender patience. Its sweetness lingers like a promise of comfort, easing the raw and weary within. In potion or poultice, it mends what sorrow has worn thin.
A gentle protector in an unkind world.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Earthy, pungent, and potent as forgotten sleep, valerian calls the restless to their long-awaited rest. Beneath its bitter scent lies mercy—the slow descent into peace, the loosening of thought’s cruel grip. An herb for those haunted by their own wakefulness.
Drink and dream deeply of oblivion.
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Earthy, pungent, and potent as forgotten sleep, valerian calls the restless to their long-awaited rest. Beneath its bitter scent lies mercy—the slow descent into peace, the loosening of thought’s cruel grip. An herb for those haunted by their own wakefulness.
Drink and dream deeply of oblivion.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Bright, tender, and softly melancholic, lemon balm is the balm of gentle hearts. Its golden-green leaves exhale calm delight, dissolving grief in sweetness. Long called the “elixir of life,” it restores joy to weary minds and light to darkened dreams.
A quiet solace for hearts that tremble between hope and remembrance.
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Bright, tender, and softly melancholic, lemon balm is the balm of gentle hearts. Its golden-green leaves exhale calm delight, dissolving grief in sweetness. Long called the “elixir of life,” it restores joy to weary minds and light to darkened dreams.
A quiet solace for hearts that tremble between hope and remembrance.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A blade of sunlight in a shadowed room, lemongrass carries the scent of renewal. Sharp yet cleansing, it cuts through heaviness, purging stagnation and sorrow alike. In brew or smoke, it brings clarity and quiet confidence to those burdened by gloom.
A breath of dawn for the soul that has lingered too long in dusk.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A blade of sunlight in a shadowed room, lemongrass carries the scent of renewal. Sharp yet cleansing, it cuts through heaviness, purging stagnation and sorrow alike. In brew or smoke, it brings clarity and quiet confidence to those burdened by gloom.
A breath of dawn for the soul that has lingered too long in dusk.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Crimson as a lover’s vow and twice as fleeting, hibiscus blooms with the heat of passion and the chill of memory. Tart and vivid, it stirs the blood and quickens the pulse, a reminder that beauty and sorrow often share the same petal.
A chalice of red for the heart that still dares to feel.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Crimson as a lover’s vow and twice as fleeting, hibiscus blooms with the heat of passion and the chill of memory. Tart and vivid, it stirs the blood and quickens the pulse, a reminder that beauty and sorrow often share the same petal.
A chalice of red for the heart that still dares to feel.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A fierce green defender, nettle bristles with life’s raw pulse. Though its touch may sting, within lies the power to strengthen blood and spirit alike. Brewed or burned, it speaks of endurance, protection, and the fierce vitality of all that refuses to wither.
For those who draw courage from pain, and renewal from hardship.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
A fierce green defender, nettle bristles with life’s raw pulse. Though its touch may sting, within lies the power to strengthen blood and spirit alike. Brewed or burned, it speaks of endurance, protection, and the fierce vitality of all that refuses to wither.
For those who draw courage from pain, and renewal from hardship.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Dark as turned earth and fragrant as forgotten rain, roasted dandelion root bears the essence of endurance. Beneath its bitterness lies quiet strength—a tonic for those who labor under unseen weight. Ground or steeped, it cleanses and fortifies, restoring what the world has taken.
A humble root with the heart of resurrection.
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Dark as turned earth and fragrant as forgotten rain, roasted dandelion root bears the essence of endurance. Beneath its bitterness lies quiet strength—a tonic for those who labor under unseen weight. Ground or steeped, it cleanses and fortifies, restoring what the world has taken.
A humble root with the heart of resurrection.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Gentle and mischievous, catnip hums with quiet enchantment. Its soft green leaves charm both beast and dreamer, summoning relaxation and whimsy in equal measure. A comfort for anxious hearts and wandering minds, it soothes the soul with playful grace.
An herb of contentment, crowned with the laughter of ghosts.
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Gentle and mischievous, catnip hums with quiet enchantment. Its soft green leaves charm both beast and dreamer, summoning relaxation and whimsy in equal measure. A comfort for anxious hearts and wandering minds, it soothes the soul with playful grace.
An herb of contentment, crowned with the laughter of ghosts.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Cool and cutting as truth itself, peppermint awakens the senses and sharpens weary resolve. Its green fire clears the mind’s mists, lending clarity where confusion clings. In potion, charm, or breath, it restores vitality—an herbal spark against the dimming of the spirit.
A draught of freshness for the fevered and the forlorn.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Cool and cutting as truth itself, peppermint awakens the senses and sharpens weary resolve. Its green fire clears the mind’s mists, lending clarity where confusion clings. In potion, charm, or breath, it restores vitality—an herbal spark against the dimming of the spirit.
A draught of freshness for the fevered and the forlorn.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Pale blossoms steeped in moonlight, lavender carries the breath of tranquil graves and distant gardens. Its scent—sweet yet spectral—soothes the restless mind, weaving calm through the tattered edges of thought. Burned, steeped, or kept close to the heart, it invites serenity and sacred sleep.
A whisper of peace where sorrow once lingered.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Pale blossoms steeped in moonlight, lavender carries the breath of tranquil graves and distant gardens. Its scent—sweet yet spectral—soothes the restless mind, weaving calm through the tattered edges of thought. Burned, steeped, or kept close to the heart, it invites serenity and sacred sleep.
A whisper of peace where sorrow once lingered.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Sacred smoke drifts through the veil, carrying whispers of sanctity and sorrow. White sage, pale and potent, cleanses what lingers unseen—grief, malice, memory. Its curling tendrils rise like prayers for the departed, purifying the air and heart alike. In ritual or repose, it stands sentinel between the living and the lost.
A guardian herb for banishment, blessing, and the still peace after chaos.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Sacred smoke drifts through the veil, carrying whispers of sanctity and sorrow. White sage, pale and potent, cleanses what lingers unseen—grief, malice, memory. Its curling tendrils rise like prayers for the departed, purifying the air and heart alike. In ritual or repose, it stands sentinel between the living and the lost.
A guardian herb for banishment, blessing, and the still peace after chaos.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Bright as morning dew on the edge of a crypt, spearmint rouses the senses and clears the fog of weary thought. Its cool, verdant spirit breathes life into the languid, turning dread to clarity and gloom to calm resolve. In charm, tincture, or steam, it awakens what the night would lull to silence.
A breath of green light in the long corridors of the mind.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Bright as morning dew on the edge of a crypt, spearmint rouses the senses and clears the fog of weary thought. Its cool, verdant spirit breathes life into the languid, turning dread to clarity and gloom to calm resolve. In charm, tincture, or steam, it awakens what the night would lull to silence.
A breath of green light in the long corridors of the mind.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Once the sacred herb of cleansing and redemption, hyssop bears the grave’s perfume—sharp, clean, and resolute. Its silver-green leaves whisper of purification, driving out shadow and sorrow alike. Burned in ritual or steeped in solemn brew, it calls forth renewal, washing the spirit of its burdens as rain softens stone.
For those who seek absolution beneath the dark cathedral of the soul.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Once the sacred herb of cleansing and redemption, hyssop bears the grave’s perfume—sharp, clean, and resolute. Its silver-green leaves whisper of purification, driving out shadow and sorrow alike. Burned in ritual or steeped in solemn brew, it calls forth renewal, washing the spirit of its burdens as rain softens stone.
For those who seek absolution beneath the dark cathedral of the soul.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Soft as the sigh of a forgotten dream, chamomile whispers of rest and release. Its golden blooms, once gathered beneath the waning moon, carry the hush of candlelit rooms and the promise of gentle reprieve. Steeped, burned, or simply kept near, these blossoms soothe the weary mind and calm the restless spirit—an herbal muse for those who wander between waking and sleep.
A tender ally for peace, protection, and the quiet poetry of stillness.
Available by the ounce or half ounce
Soft as the sigh of a forgotten dream, chamomile whispers of rest and release. Its golden blooms, once gathered beneath the waning moon, carry the hush of candlelit rooms and the promise of gentle reprieve. Steeped, burned, or simply kept near, these blossoms soothe the weary mind and calm the restless spirit—an herbal muse for those who wander between waking and sleep.
A tender ally for peace, protection, and the quiet poetry of stillness.
Inspired by Poe’s haunting tale of beauty and inevitability, The Mask of the Red Death is a tea both elegant and eerie — a dance of color and flavor that captivates the senses.
A deep red rooibos forms the heart of this blend, rich and velvety, while cranberries and currants lend their dark, tart sweetness. Hibiscus petals bloom like drops of scarlet, creating a cup as vivid as it is indulgent — a reminder that even in the shadow of mortality, there is beauty to be savored.
Sip slowly, let the crimson hues swirl like silk in candlelight, and toast to the fleeting grace of every heartbeat.
Flavor Profile: Bright, tart, and full-bodied with notes of berry and a smooth, honeyed finish.
Best enjoyed: At dusk — with a quiet mind and a willing heart.
Inspired by Poe’s haunting tale of beauty and inevitability, The Mask of the Red Death is a tea both elegant and eerie — a dance of color and flavor that captivates the senses.
A deep red rooibos forms the heart of this blend, rich and velvety, while cranberries and currants lend their dark, tart sweetness. Hibiscus petals bloom like drops of scarlet, creating a cup as vivid as it is indulgent — a reminder that even in the shadow of mortality, there is beauty to be savored.
Sip slowly, let the crimson hues swirl like silk in candlelight, and toast to the fleeting grace of every heartbeat.
Flavor Profile: Bright, tart, and full-bodied with notes of berry and a smooth, honeyed finish.
Best enjoyed: At dusk — with a quiet mind and a willing heart.
Black Tea with Lapsang Souchong, Young Pu’erh & Crushed Cinnamon
Dark, brooding, and unforgettable, The Fall of the House of Usher evokes the crumbling grandeur of a mansion steeped in melancholy and mystery. Black tea forms a deep, somber base, while the smoky whisper of lapsang souchong and the earthy richness of young pu’erh wind through the cup like the echoes of long-forgotten halls. Crushed cinnamon lends a fleeting warmth, a small comfort amid the shadowed ruin.
Each sip is a descent — smoky, earthy, and hauntingly bittersweet — a cup that mirrors the inexorable decay and tragic elegance of Poe’s masterful tale.
Flavor Profile: Deep, smoky, and earthy with a subtle, warming spice.
Best enjoyed: In the stillness of evening, alone by a flickering candle — as an offering to shadow, memory, and the sublime.
Black Tea with Lapsang Souchong, Young Pu’erh & Crushed Cinnamon
Dark, brooding, and unforgettable, The Fall of the House of Usher evokes the crumbling grandeur of a mansion steeped in melancholy and mystery. Black tea forms a deep, somber base, while the smoky whisper of lapsang souchong and the earthy richness of young pu’erh wind through the cup like the echoes of long-forgotten halls. Crushed cinnamon lends a fleeting warmth, a small comfort amid the shadowed ruin.
Each sip is a descent — smoky, earthy, and hauntingly bittersweet — a cup that mirrors the inexorable decay and tragic elegance of Poe’s masterful tale.
Flavor Profile: Deep, smoky, and earthy with a subtle, warming spice.
Best enjoyed: In the stillness of evening, alone by a flickering candle — as an offering to shadow, memory, and the sublime.
Irish Breakfast Tea
Dark. Bold. Unforgiving. The Tell-Tale Heart beats with the intensity of guilt and obsession — a tea for those who crave depth and strength in every sip.
This classic Irish Breakfast blend thrums with malty richness and shadowed warmth, awakening the senses like a secret pounding beneath the floorboards. Smooth yet powerful, it’s the cup that will not let you rest until the truth is told.
Flavor Profile: Robust, malty, and full-bodied — the heartbeat of morning ritual.
Best enjoyed: As dawn breaks… or when sleep refuses to come.
Irish Breakfast Tea
Dark. Bold. Unforgiving. The Tell-Tale Heart beats with the intensity of guilt and obsession — a tea for those who crave depth and strength in every sip.
This classic Irish Breakfast blend thrums with malty richness and shadowed warmth, awakening the senses like a secret pounding beneath the floorboards. Smooth yet powerful, it’s the cup that will not let you rest until the truth is told.
Flavor Profile: Robust, malty, and full-bodied — the heartbeat of morning ritual.
Best enjoyed: As dawn breaks… or when sleep refuses to come.
A Black Tea with Calendula, Jasmine, Marigold & Sunflower Petals
In a kingdom by the sea, where love was both beautiful and doomed, we found inspiration for Annabel Lee — a tea as delicate and eternal as the poem itself.
This blend begins with black tea, dark and steady as a beating heart, softened by the floral whispers of jasmine, marigold, and sunflower petals. Calendula adds a golden warmth, a touch of sunlight to the melancholy.
Sip and be carried to the shore where memory lingers — where love, even lost, still breathes in every fragrant note.
Flavor Profile: Smooth, floral, and gently sweet with a golden finish.
Best enjoyed: By candlelight, with dreams of something everlasting.
A Black Tea with Calendula, Jasmine, Marigold & Sunflower Petals
In a kingdom by the sea, where love was both beautiful and doomed, we found inspiration for Annabel Lee — a tea as delicate and eternal as the poem itself.
This blend begins with black tea, dark and steady as a beating heart, softened by the floral whispers of jasmine, marigold, and sunflower petals. Calendula adds a golden warmth, a touch of sunlight to the melancholy.
Sip and be carried to the shore where memory lingers — where love, even lost, still breathes in every fragrant note.
Flavor Profile: Smooth, floral, and gently sweet with a golden finish.
Best enjoyed: By candlelight, with dreams of something everlasting.
A Black Tea with Cornflower Petals
“Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” — Edgar Allan Poe
Ethereal and enigmatic, this blend drifts between waking and wonder. Black tea provides a deep, grounding warmth while delicate cornflower petals add a whisper of the surreal — blue as twilight, fleeting as memory.
Each sip lingers like a half-remembered vision, comforting and elusive all at once. A tea for quiet reflection, moonlit musings, and those who dwell in the space between dreams.
Flavor Profile: Smooth, mellow, and lightly floral with a wistful finish.
Best enjoyed: In stillness — as you slip between reality and reverie
A Black Tea with Cornflower Petals
“Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” — Edgar Allan Poe
Ethereal and enigmatic, this blend drifts between waking and wonder. Black tea provides a deep, grounding warmth while delicate cornflower petals add a whisper of the surreal — blue as twilight, fleeting as memory.
Each sip lingers like a half-remembered vision, comforting and elusive all at once. A tea for quiet reflection, moonlit musings, and those who dwell in the space between dreams.
Flavor Profile: Smooth, mellow, and lightly floral with a wistful finish.
Best enjoyed: In stillness — as you slip between reality and reverie
A Blend of Black + Green Tea with Jasmine, Lavender, Rose & Cornflower Petals
Soft as a sigh and mournful as a memory, Lenore is a tribute to beauty that lingers beyond the veil of time. A union of black and green tea forms its graceful heart — strength entwined with serenity. Jasmine and lavender whisper calm into the spirit, while rose and cornflower petals drift like faded dreams upon the surface of each cup.
Each sip is a requiem — floral, tender, eternal — a remembrance of love not lost, but transformed.
Flavor Profile: Gentle, floral, and balanced with a serene sweetness.
Best enjoyed: At twilight, when the heart remembers what the mind cannot forget.
A Blend of Black + Green Tea with Jasmine, Lavender, Rose & Cornflower Petals
Soft as a sigh and mournful as a memory, Lenore is a tribute to beauty that lingers beyond the veil of time. A union of black and green tea forms its graceful heart — strength entwined with serenity. Jasmine and lavender whisper calm into the spirit, while rose and cornflower petals drift like faded dreams upon the surface of each cup.
Each sip is a requiem — floral, tender, eternal — a remembrance of love not lost, but transformed.
Flavor Profile: Gentle, floral, and balanced with a serene sweetness.
Best enjoyed: At twilight, when the heart remembers what the mind cannot forget.
A Black Tea with Apple, Thyme, Rosehip, Orange Peel & Butterfly Pea Flower
Mysterious and evocative, The Raven is an homage to the shadowed corners of the mind where wisdom and melancholy intertwine. Black tea forms a deep, contemplative base, while apple and thyme lend gentle, earthy brightness. Rosehip and orange peel offer fleeting hints of light, and the twilight-blue of butterfly pea flower casts a spell as haunting as the bird itself perched upon the bust.
Each sip is a journey — dark, reflective, and quietly mesmerizing — a cup that lingers like a whispered refrain of “Nevermore.”
Flavor Profile: Deep, subtly sweet, with earthy undertones and a floral-blue whisper.
Best enjoyed: Alone, in thoughtful silence — as an offering to mystery and memory
A Black Tea with Apple, Thyme, Rosehip, Orange Peel & Butterfly Pea Flower
Mysterious and evocative, The Raven is an homage to the shadowed corners of the mind where wisdom and melancholy intertwine. Black tea forms a deep, contemplative base, while apple and thyme lend gentle, earthy brightness. Rosehip and orange peel offer fleeting hints of light, and the twilight-blue of butterfly pea flower casts a spell as haunting as the bird itself perched upon the bust.
Each sip is a journey — dark, reflective, and quietly mesmerizing — a cup that lingers like a whispered refrain of “Nevermore.”
Flavor Profile: Deep, subtly sweet, with earthy undertones and a floral-blue whisper.
Best enjoyed: Alone, in thoughtful silence — as an offering to mystery and memory
A limited offering for the holidays featuring 4 different tea blends:
1 Tea Bag each
Spiced Orange Cinnamon: A Black Tea with Orange Peel & Cinnamon
Warm and comforting, Spiced Orange Cinnamon evokes the glow of autumn hearths and the gentle spice of twilight hours. Bold black tea forms a rich, grounding current, while zesty orange peel and aromatic cinnamon swirl together like a memory of cozy evenings and quiet reflection.
Each sip is a gentle embrace — bright, warming, and full of quiet cheer — a cup that invites both comfort and contemplation.
Flavor Profile: Bright, spicy, and warmly citrusy with a lingering cinnamon warmth.
Best enjoyed: Wrapped in a soft blanket, by a crackling fire — as a pause for both body and soul.
Tranquili-Tea: A Herbal Tea with Chamomile, Rose Petals, Orange Peel, Oatstraw, Lemon Balm, Lavender & Stevia
Ethereal and haunting, Tranquili-Tea drifts like a quiet whisper through shadowed corridors of the mind. Chamomile and lemon balm form a gentle, calming current, while rose petals and lavender float like spectral blossoms on a still, moonlit night. Oatstraw and orange peel add a soft, grounding warmth, sweetened subtly with stevia, inviting the weary soul to linger in serene reflection.
Each sip is a delicate exhalation — soothing, luminous, and quietly melancholic — a cup that conjures calm from the depths of shadowed thought.
Flavor Profile: Softly floral, subtly sweet, with a balm for both heart and mind.
Best enjoyed: In solitude, by candlelight or moonlight — as an offering to quiet contemplation and gentle repose.
Festivi-Tea:A Black Tea with Orange Peel, Cinnamon Chips, Apple Pieces & Rose Petals
Vibrant yet shadowed, Festiviti-Tea evokes the flickering glow of candlelit halls and the lingering scent of winter revelries past. Bold black tea forms a dark, steady current beneath bright orange peel and crisp apple, while cinnamon chips and rose petals weave warmth and subtle floral whispers into the cup. Each sip carries the echo of celebration, tinged with the melancholy of fleeting moments and remembered joys.
Each sip is a passage — warm, fragrant, and quietly nostalgic — a cup that awakens both memory and imagination.
Flavor Profile: Bright, warmly spiced, and subtly fruity with a floral undertone.
Best enjoyed: Amidst twinkling lights or in contemplative solitude — as a toast to fleeting joy and lingering wonder.
Krampus: A Black Tea with Cinnamon, Orange Pieces, Lime & Blackberry Leaves, Cloves
Dark and mischievous, Krampus prowls the edges of winter nights, a brew both warming and wild. Bold black tea forms a deep, shadowed current, while cinnamon and cloves strike with fiery intensity. Orange and lime offer fleeting bursts of light, tempered by the earthy whisper of blackberry leaves. Each sip conjures the thrill of the season’s chill, tinged with a hint of playful menace and midnight revelry.
Each sip is a shiver — spicy, darkly bright, and thrillingly bold — a cup that dances between warmth and shadow.
Flavor Profile: Bold, spicy, and citrusy with dark, earthy undertones.
Best enjoyed: By candlelight on a crisp night — as a daring toast to mischief and the winter’s edge.
A Black Tea with Cornflower Petals & Natural Flavors
Elegant and timeless, To Helen is an homage to beauty that stirs both heart and soul. Black tea forms a dark, steady current beneath the soft blue shimmer of cornflower petals, a contrast as haunting as moonlight upon midnight waters.
Each sip is a voyage — calm, reflective, and steeped in quiet admiration — a cup that reminds us that true grace is both mortal and divine.
Flavor Profile: Smooth, refined, and delicately floral with a lingering warmth.
Best enjoyed: In solitude, by candlelight — as an offering to beauty everlasting.
