A tropical-infused romance
Some teas are born from meticulous blending, others from emotion. But there are even rarer ones, crafted in the shadow of a whispered, preciously guarded story. Thé des Amours belongs to this discreet lineage.
There, at the end of the world
These are two lovers whose faces are familiar to Betjeman and Barton, and that is precisely why we choose to withhold their names. What we can say is that they were in love. And that they had just returned from their honeymoon in the Seychelles, their hearts still shimmering with light, their eyes filled with dreams of distant horizons. On their last evening, on the secluded island of La Digue, they had settled down facing the endless expanse, barefoot in the sand still warm from the day. A hostess with a radiant smile had offered them an amber cocktail with aromas of sun-drenched fruit and tropical flowers picked on the slopes of Mahé. A few jasmine petals floated by, while the scents of mango, passion fruit, and pineapple rose, vibrant and enveloping. Around them, the silence was no longer empty. It floated, dense and sweet, like a shared secret.
The echo of a moment, rediscovered in Paris
Back in Paris, still bathed in the scent of salt and sunlight, they crossed the hushed threshold of their favorite tea house. There, a box caught their eye, gray, discreet, like a whispered secret. "Tea of Love," it read. They approached, lifted the lid, and suddenly time seemed to bend: La Digue was reborn. The warm sand, the still lagoon, the sun-ripened fruit, the scent of jasmine… In a single breath, it all returned. Their last evening in the Seychelles infused the Parisian air with the sweetness of a memory too precious to speak aloud.
A tea, a messenger from elsewhere
Today, Le Thé des Amours is whispered like a delicate declaration, a promise slipped between the leaves, in keeping with our creations that speak the sweet language of the heart, such asTell me about loveOrIt's a beautiful story…
It is even said that its captivating notes have inspired more than one honeymoon... For the evocative power of passion fruit, sun-drenched mango, or intoxicatingly fragrant jasmine is such that it would awaken, even in the most Parisian among us, desires for kisses on the shores of a turquoise lagoon…