I grew up in Bulgaria, where herbs were not products on a shelf. People gathered them from the mountains.
Dried them at home. Kept them for winter. Brewed them when the body needed something simple, soothing, real. I still do this today. Every summer, I go back to the mountains. I gather herbs. I dry them. I drink them through the year.
But my earliest memory of tea goes even further back. In kindergarten, mountain herb tea was served from a large pot into simple metal cups. As a child, you don’t think about health and wellness. You remember the smell - warm, aromatic, comforting. The kind of smell that makes a room feel calm and safe.
I have been looking for that tea ever since.