In the dim hours after dawn, the alchemist is the first to arrive in the lab. He shakes the rain from his coat and boots before stepping into the cold stone room. Seeking warmth and fortitude, he brews his daily pot of tea. And when the kettle sings, a rich malty aroma fills the chamber, threading through the scent of ink and potions left to settle overnight. Only then does he turn to his notes. Now, one step closer to unlocking the essence of humanity.
 
Tastes like: A traditional British cuppa, perfectly paired with rain-soaked mornings, flickering lanterns, and academic parchments.