PERSEPHONE

Deep fruit and dry earth arrive together, elegant with an edge, like a hand held out to you from a world half-gone to shadow. This blend is gentle, regal, and dangerous in quiet ways—Persephone as she truly is, not as she’s painted.

Pomegranate – Ruby-red and sweet-tart. A queen’s bargain, seeds bitten through, and the taste that changed the seasons forever.

Black Currant – Dark and glossy, sharp beneath the sweetness. Nightshade orchards, ripe temptation, and fruit that stains the tongue.

Dry Forests – Sun-baked leaves and brittle branches. Autumn pathways, the hush before winter, and footsteps fading into myth.

Lichen – Pale and ancient, clinging to stone. Stillness, patience, and roots that remember what mortals forget.

Rose Thorns – Green and metallic, floral only at arm’s length. Beauty that protects itself, boundaries drawn in blood instead of petals.

As it settles, there’s the sense of sunlight dimming at the edge of a wood, a queen descending with her head held high, and a story that was never about innocence—only sovereignty.