Nymphaea Blue Lotus Tea

The Nymphaea caerulea—Blue Lotus—was never just a flower.
She was the first to rise from the primordial waters of chaos. Before there was light, there was her. From her bloom came Ra, the sun god. From her came order, vision, resurrection. She opened each day with the dawn and closed with the dusk—mirroring the cycles of a woman who knows how to rise, rest, and rise again.

The ancients knew: this wasn’t just beauty. It was rebirth. She became the symbol of resurrection. Of the soul's journey through darkness. Of what returns, again and again, when everything else falls away.

Linked to Hathor—goddess of music, love, and sensuality—Nymphaea was drunk, smoked, soaked in. Not to escape, but to remember. To feel the body as temple. To use pleasure as portal. To return to truth, not through force—but through feeling. Deities held her to their nose not to smell, but to inhale divinity. She was a third eye opener. A dream guide. A dissolver of ego and separator of noise.
She was, and still is, a plant that pierces illusion and returns you to coherence.

So we drink her not to be good. Not to be calm. But to remember what it means to be alive in our own bodies. To let sensation be sacred. To let softness lead. To rise—not as performance, but as truth.

This tea is for the woman whose body remembers softness as a birthright. For the one who knows nervous system regulation is beauty. For the one ready to be held—not by a person, but by a plant. A ritual. A rhythm. A flower that meets her where she is—and invites her gently, tenderly, home. To her.