Anges

Angel Tea: A Whisper of Eternity in a Cup
In each of our creations, we seek to sow the seeds of another world, of suspended enchantment. Thé des Anges is a gentle evocation of this. This celestial blend of black teas from China and Ceylon enchants from the moment it is infused with its reddish-brown cup, with golden highlights. On the palate, the liqueur reveals itself to be soft and velvety, unfolding a three-part olfactory and gustatory construction, like a delicate composition.

In the top note, the jasmine flower blooms brightly, airy and luminous, bringing a floral freshness of great finesse. Then, in the middle note, a slightly acidic orange emerges, which twists this blend with a sunny vivacity. Finally, the base note, more enveloping, leaves a honeyed caress on the palate, round and delicious, which prolongs the tasting in a comforting sweetness. Thé des Anges is an enveloping infusion, for lovers of sweetness, who would gladly be tempted by an oriental pastry.

Angel Tea: A Caress of Gold and Light
Beneath the languid arches of a Moroccan palace, caressed by the jagged shadows of the mashrabiyas, a traveler let his gaze wander over the undulating reflections of a Moorish fountain. Moments earlier, he had savored a dessert with unforgettable oriental notes: thin slices of orange, lustrous with amber honey, sprinkled with jasmine flowers as fragile as the evening breeze. With each bite, a caress, a voluptuous shiver, a sweet sigh resting on the lips—like a fleeting dream whose taste is never forgotten.

A tea called Souvenir
Back in Paris, the memory of these emotions followed him like a persistent perfume. He would sometimes, at the turn of a thought, close his eyelids to revive the celestial ecstasy of this almost dreamed gourmand moment. It was upon discovering our Thé des Anges—in this hushed sanctuary that he called his tea shop, and that he jealously preserved, far from even the confidences of his most intimate friends—that the past once again became flesh and shivers. From the first sip, the scent of jasmine, honey like a golden oath, and the brightness of orange awakened shivers in him. And here he was again, at the crossroads of worlds, his cup in hand… both in his Parisian living room and in the blue gardens of Majorelle, languid on the deep cushions of an opulent boudoir, where even the silence seemed woven of silk, murmur and voluptuousness.

The alchemy of chords
There are unions so subtle that they seem born from a divine breath. That of orange and jasmine belongs to these enchantments: a luminous dance between the solar radiance of citrus fruits and the ethereal grace of flowers. Thé des Anges, infused with this magic, finds its noblest accomplices in a still-warm madeleine, caressed with orange peel; a soft financier, gilded with acacia honey; or a silky panna cotta, infused with jasmine and orange blossom.