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A tea for cleansing — the warmth that renews
It begins with a spark — a moment when you feel the pull to release, to clear the air around and within. By the Flame is that moment made tangible, a cup that carries the cleansing breath of fire without the burn.
Ginger stirs first, waking the blood and shaking loose what’s settled too long in shadow. Cinnamon answers, its warmth curling through the body like a steady heartbeat, reminding you that fire can comfort as well as consume. Cardamom follows with golden sweetness, lifting the edges of the heat into something alive, something bright.
Then clove steps in — the keeper of boundaries — guarding the threshold between what was and what will be. Nutmeg hums quietly behind it, the ember that holds its glow long after the match has burned out. Thyme moves through the blend like breath through an open window, washing clean what the day has left behind, while oregano steadies the flame, rooting it in earth and strength.
Lemongrass brings in the dawn — light slicing through smoke — and linden flower follows softly, reminding you that healing doesn’t have to be harsh. Rose petals close the ritual, unfurling in warmth, cooling the flame with tenderness and love.
This tea is not about destruction — it’s about release. It’s about the sacred act of letting go so something gentler can grow.
Sip it as you breathe out the day, as you open the windows of your soul and let the smoke drift upward.
By the Flame, the warmth that renews, waits to help you begin again.
A tea for cleansing — the warmth that renews
It begins with a spark — a moment when you feel the pull to release, to clear the air around and within. By the Flame is that moment made tangible, a cup that carries the cleansing breath of fire without the burn.
Ginger stirs first, waking the blood and shaking loose what’s settled too long in shadow. Cinnamon answers, its warmth curling through the body like a steady heartbeat, reminding you that fire can comfort as well as consume. Cardamom follows with golden sweetness, lifting the edges of the heat into something alive, something bright.
Then clove steps in — the keeper of boundaries — guarding the threshold between what was and what will be. Nutmeg hums quietly behind it, the ember that holds its glow long after the match has burned out. Thyme moves through the blend like breath through an open window, washing clean what the day has left behind, while oregano steadies the flame, rooting it in earth and strength.
Lemongrass brings in the dawn — light slicing through smoke — and linden flower follows softly, reminding you that healing doesn’t have to be harsh. Rose petals close the ritual, unfurling in warmth, cooling the flame with tenderness and love.
This tea is not about destruction — it’s about release. It’s about the sacred act of letting go so something gentler can grow.
Sip it as you breathe out the day, as you open the windows of your soul and let the smoke drift upward.
By the Flame, the warmth that renews, waits to help you begin again.