Our world has changed a lot in the past few weeks and as a family-owned farm microbusiness, the challenges we face are glaringly real. And yet, we continue to thrive and surge forward into the season with the energy of spring. Our crops are growing strong, fueled by soil & sunshine, but this is only possible because of you. Matt & I will continue to grow our plants, blend our teas, and work to feed our community. We will get through this together.
The St. Louis Tea Club is a seasonal subscription to hand-blended teas made with fresh ingredients from our small organic farm. This letter is to all the Tea Club members and explores the intention behind February's blend, Sweetheart Cacao. It celebrates the rituals of love we engage in during this time. Raw cacao, marshmallow leaf, anise hyssop, rooibos, cherries and strawberries all come together, sweet and rich and chocolatey and velvety, like all the decadent things we like to share with our beloveds - just because.
The St. Louis Tea Club is a seasonal subscription program to hand-blended teas made with fresh ingredients from our small organic farm. We practice Earth-based farming and herbalism so the plants in our blends are nurtured from seed to cup by our own hands. This letter is to all the Tea Club members and explores the intention behind this month's blend "New Light." We meet pennyroyal, echinacea, and few other herbs this month. Grab a cup, have a sip and enjoy!
For my 20th birthday, my aunt Ansley gave me a journal. It was small, bound with jute twine, and the fabric printed cover was frayed at the edges. The pages were unusually soft, delicate like worn papyrus, asking in their fragility to be turned with gentle awareness. In these ethereal pages, I started a tea journal. I wasn’t always a tea drinker. I grew up under the blazing Texas sun where most tea-drinkers sipped something that I thought tasted like sugar water that wasn’t ever sweet enough to cover up the bitterness of burnt leaves. I filled my glasses instead with sodas and Gatorade, and my mugs with packet-powder hot chocolate. My mother always harped on me to drink water...