(okay so i understand if you cant source these things naturally but its much better if you do)
so my go-to tea base is a blend of rose hips, allspice, and chicory for general good vibes and for nice winter-y vibes this solstice you can add cinnamon sticks, clove, and dried orange peels for added comfort and prosperity in the new year
BONUS: add a teeny tiny bit of arrowroot for ultra good vibes and a sweeter flavor :)
if u add too much it will thicken and turn super gross so be VERY careful babes <3
Old men remember
The taste of a long lost love Bitter herbs turned sweet
I had told no one
Where that speaking plant was; For, it bent where no eyes could look And where the woods became a mirage. It led to where Daphne took, And where the butterfly seed would ride. Sent from a moonlit breeze near the noxious smell of the tide. It grew in marsh where all rested still, separate from time; Where, the digits of the woods can grab you and the Green Lord wears a Henbane Crown. So watch where you step when you are among my kind.
Flint cracks and flame errupts.
Crisp green turns to charred black. Each inhale pulls clouded plumes into my lungs. The taste rolls along my tongue. In fragrant wisps my anxiety melts. Burning bad days, caressing the pain away. Glazed and glossy eyes see the silver lining through the haze.
It is you who I blindly follow
For every kiss, we have made, Tastes like blood and mint With the bitter decay of a lotus heart, Just as spoiled as a cup of Pu-erh.
how do i title things
Our affections are resinous
By the grindstone, made Confections. Our patience tasteful impressions By words, sweet turpeny made Ever-growing since. Our laughter like camphor Sowed by thyme, made Love, after. Your love is unwashed Grown and ground, made to steep Cherry beans, grown in their burgundy glove.
alone i smoke the herbs,
i inhale, the way you taught me, every draft, every breath, every release, you spread through my body, like a river entering the sea, flowing through my veins, the cold blood, overheating, like a hot summers day, making me meltaway oh how i love you ehx
her bare toes touch the
wet grass, the bottoms of her feet now covered in mud her feet are the garden growing fresh movements her mind is the water nourishing the herbs