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The first breath is floral and deep — the soft hum of lavender curling through the air like evening incense. Beneath it, valerian brings a woodsy whisper, earthy and grounding, while linden drapes it all in quiet sweetness. Motherwort lends a faint bitterness — not unpleasant, but honest — the taste of letting go. A trace of mint rises last, cool and clean as water poured over tired hands.
It tastes like twilight itself — the world washed and hushed, the edges of the day softening. A tea for returning to yourself at day’s end, warm as lamplight and steady as your own breath.
The first breath is floral and deep — the soft hum of lavender curling through the air like evening incense. Beneath it, valerian brings a woodsy whisper, earthy and grounding, while linden drapes it all in quiet sweetness. Motherwort lends a faint bitterness — not unpleasant, but honest — the taste of letting go. A trace of mint rises last, cool and clean as water poured over tired hands.
It tastes like twilight itself — the world washed and hushed, the edges of the day softening. A tea for returning to yourself at day’s end, warm as lamplight and steady as your own breath.