When the cup meets your lips, ginger greets you first — bright, warm, and alive. The scent carries lemon balm’s citrus sweetness and mint’s airy freshness, like the sharp inhale of dawn. Beneath that sparkle, marjoram hums in quiet spice, and orange peel rounds everything in honeyed sunlight.
It smells like windows thrown open to birdsong; it tastes like laughter between sips. Joy here isn’t loud — it’s gentle, golden, unfolding slowly with each breath of steam. The morning doesn’t rush; it invites.
When the cup meets your lips, ginger greets you first — bright, warm, and alive. The scent carries lemon balm’s citrus sweetness and mint’s airy freshness, like the sharp inhale of dawn. Beneath that sparkle, marjoram hums in quiet spice, and orange peel rounds everything in honeyed sunlight.
It smells like windows thrown open to birdsong; it tastes like laughter between sips. Joy here isn’t loud — it’s gentle, golden, unfolding slowly with each breath of steam. The morning doesn’t rush; it invites.