Chimera Call—a name that should send a shiver down your spine, if you know what’s good for you. This blend, my dear, is not for the faint of heart. Crafted with the care and precision only a witch of my caliber can muster, it is a potion of indulgence and danger, my own fierce nature in a cup.

At its heart lies honeybush, warm and inviting, like the island breeze that lured that famous captain’s men to my doors. But don’t be fooled by its sweetness. The rose and jasmine, delicate and fragrant, are the tools of my craft—subtle, seductive, and utterly irresistible. They swirl together like a whispered secret, drawing you deeper into my web.

But let’s not forget the white chocolate, melting luxuriously into the tea, turning it into a velvety elixir that soothes and entices. It’s a treat, a temptation, just like the promises I make to those who wander too close. And yet, every rose has its thorn, does it not? A dash of pink peppercorn bites you, a reminder that beauty is not without its defenses. It dances on your tongue, lingering just enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath the surface.

Each sip of Chimera Call is a journey, an experience, a test of wills. Will you succumb to the pleasure it offers, or will you recognize the power in the cup?

I am Circe, after all—master of my fate, and perhaps of yours. When you drink this blend, you are stepping into my world, where every move is calculated, every pleasure is tainted with just a hint of peril. But isn’t that what makes life interesting?