tea in Victoria BC
Tea in Victoria BC
Notes: Oolong, jasmine tea, darjeeling, Thai tea.
Description: Oolong and jasmine tea blend with darjeeling’s hum, kissed by Thai tea’s spice, a high tea breeze from a coastal garden.
In the grand, cosmic teahouse of existence, where the universe sips its secrets and galaxies swirl like sugar cubes in a porcelain cup, Tea Leaves arrives—a fragrance that doesn’t merely whisper but saunters, barefoot and bold, across the soul’s veranda. Picture a scent less like perfume and more like a philosophical steep, brewed in the kettle of some mischievous cosmic alchemist who’s half poet, half panda, and wholly uninterested in playing by the rules.
At its heart, Tea Leaves unfurls like a green dragon’s yawn—earthy as a monk’s garden after a spring rain, bitter as a lover’s truth spoken at dawn, and vibrant as the first blade of grass to tickle the sun. It’s not just green; it’s the green of a thousand emerald dreams ground into a fine powder, ceremonial yet untamed, like a haiku scrawled on a napkin in a dive bar.
Then comes Oolong, the heart’s second act, a woody, floral drifter that weaves tales of ancient forests where orchids flirt with cedar trees. It’s tea as a shape-shifter—now a smoky librarian with jasmine in her hair, now a bard strumming a lute carved from driftwood. Oolong doesn’t just linger; it lounges, inviting you to ponder the meaning of life while nibbling on a cloud.
Finally, Thai Tea anchors the base, a creamy, spiced caravan that rolls in like a monsoon bazaar at twilight. It’s the velvet hug of condensed milk swirled with star anise and cardamom, a sultry, culinary spell that feels like being spoon-fed dessert by a Thai grandmother who knows your secrets and loves you anyway. This is tea that’s been places—bustling markets, temple courtyards, maybe even the moon—and brought back stories in every sip.
Tea Leaves isn’t just a fragrance; it’s a portal to a place where time itself takes a tea break, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and where every sniff is a reminder that life, like a good cuppa, is meant to be savored, spilled, and savored again. Spritz it on, and let the universe steep you in its magic, telling your fortune to come.
fragrance notes : oolong, thai, and jasmine tea - think high tea at the empress - do you take milk & sugar?
Tea in Victoria BC
Notes: Oolong, jasmine tea, darjeeling, Thai tea.
Description: Oolong and jasmine tea blend with darjeeling’s hum, kissed by Thai tea’s spice, a high tea breeze from a coastal garden.
In the grand, cosmic teahouse of existence, where the universe sips its secrets and galaxies swirl like sugar cubes in a porcelain cup, Tea Leaves arrives—a fragrance that doesn’t merely whisper but saunters, barefoot and bold, across the soul’s veranda. Picture a scent less like perfume and more like a philosophical steep, brewed in the kettle of some mischievous cosmic alchemist who’s half poet, half panda, and wholly uninterested in playing by the rules.
At its heart, Tea Leaves unfurls like a green dragon’s yawn—earthy as a monk’s garden after a spring rain, bitter as a lover’s truth spoken at dawn, and vibrant as the first blade of grass to tickle the sun. It’s not just green; it’s the green of a thousand emerald dreams ground into a fine powder, ceremonial yet untamed, like a haiku scrawled on a napkin in a dive bar.
Then comes Oolong, the heart’s second act, a woody, floral drifter that weaves tales of ancient forests where orchids flirt with cedar trees. It’s tea as a shape-shifter—now a smoky librarian with jasmine in her hair, now a bard strumming a lute carved from driftwood. Oolong doesn’t just linger; it lounges, inviting you to ponder the meaning of life while nibbling on a cloud.
Finally, Thai Tea anchors the base, a creamy, spiced caravan that rolls in like a monsoon bazaar at twilight. It’s the velvet hug of condensed milk swirled with star anise and cardamom, a sultry, culinary spell that feels like being spoon-fed dessert by a Thai grandmother who knows your secrets and loves you anyway. This is tea that’s been places—bustling markets, temple courtyards, maybe even the moon—and brought back stories in every sip.
Tea Leaves isn’t just a fragrance; it’s a portal to a place where time itself takes a tea break, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and where every sniff is a reminder that life, like a good cuppa, is meant to be savored, spilled, and savored again. Spritz it on, and let the universe steep you in its magic, telling your fortune to come.
fragrance notes : oolong, thai, and jasmine tea - think high tea at the empress - do you take milk & sugar?
Tea in Victoria BC
Notes: Oolong, jasmine tea, darjeeling, Thai tea.
Description: Oolong and jasmine tea blend with darjeeling’s hum, kissed by Thai tea’s spice, a high tea breeze from a coastal garden.
In the grand, cosmic teahouse of existence, where the universe sips its secrets and galaxies swirl like sugar cubes in a porcelain cup, Tea Leaves arrives—a fragrance that doesn’t merely whisper but saunters, barefoot and bold, across the soul’s veranda. Picture a scent less like perfume and more like a philosophical steep, brewed in the kettle of some mischievous cosmic alchemist who’s half poet, half panda, and wholly uninterested in playing by the rules.
At its heart, Tea Leaves unfurls like a green dragon’s yawn—earthy as a monk’s garden after a spring rain, bitter as a lover’s truth spoken at dawn, and vibrant as the first blade of grass to tickle the sun. It’s not just green; it’s the green of a thousand emerald dreams ground into a fine powder, ceremonial yet untamed, like a haiku scrawled on a napkin in a dive bar.
Then comes Oolong, the heart’s second act, a woody, floral drifter that weaves tales of ancient forests where orchids flirt with cedar trees. It’s tea as a shape-shifter—now a smoky librarian with jasmine in her hair, now a bard strumming a lute carved from driftwood. Oolong doesn’t just linger; it lounges, inviting you to ponder the meaning of life while nibbling on a cloud.
Finally, Thai Tea anchors the base, a creamy, spiced caravan that rolls in like a monsoon bazaar at twilight. It’s the velvet hug of condensed milk swirled with star anise and cardamom, a sultry, culinary spell that feels like being spoon-fed dessert by a Thai grandmother who knows your secrets and loves you anyway. This is tea that’s been places—bustling markets, temple courtyards, maybe even the moon—and brought back stories in every sip.
Tea Leaves isn’t just a fragrance; it’s a portal to a place where time itself takes a tea break, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and where every sniff is a reminder that life, like a good cuppa, is meant to be savored, spilled, and savored again. Spritz it on, and let the universe steep you in its magic, telling your fortune to come.
fragrance notes : oolong, thai, and jasmine tea - think high tea at the empress - do you take milk & sugar?