• Made in Laurel, Mississippi
• Matcha tea
• Wax melt

It’s matcha. The deep, inky kind, edged with a flash of citrus light, like sun striking a glass tower and ricocheting down to the street. It’s Manhattan. It’s holding a warm drink in your hands while the city moves around you, dark and bright at once, a little bitter, a little electric, velvety and green.