Forged in the fires of ancient mountains, this bold infusion carries the essence of a wyrm’s exhale. Darjeeling tea forms its smoldering heart, wrapped in coils of cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and clove—each spice a spark, each note a flicker of heat. At its edge lurks the ember of chili, daring the tongue with a fiery kiss.
To sip Dragon’s Breath is to taste the warmth of dragonfire tamed, a potion of courage and vigor that awakens the spirit and stirs the blood. It is not for the faint of heart, but for those who would walk through flame and emerge unscorched.
Forged in the fires of ancient mountains, this bold infusion carries the essence of a wyrm’s exhale. Darjeeling tea forms its smoldering heart, wrapped in coils of cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and clove—each spice a spark, each note a flicker of heat. At its edge lurks the ember of chili, daring the tongue with a fiery kiss.
To sip Dragon’s Breath is to taste the warmth of dragonfire tamed, a potion of courage and vigor that awakens the spirit and stirs the blood. It is not for the faint of heart, but for those who would walk through flame and emerge unscorched.
