I am a night owl chemist, distilling concoctions in a moonlit laboratory where the past lingers in the air, thick as steam rising from freshly boiled water.

Each teas, more than just leaves and petals, are love letters-

to loved ones,
to the ghosts of childhood,
to artists across the full spectrum of time,
and to those who see poetry in the macabre.

May you lose yourself for a moment in one of Manderley’s moonlit infusions, only to return with something new.