Long ago, in a mist-shrouded valley blessed by celestial beings, a young tea artisan named Lian toiled to revive her drought-stricken village. One night, as she prayed beneath a withered tea tree, a wounded angel descended, her wings shimmering with dew. Moved by Lian’s devotion, the angel pressed a kiss to the parched leaves, imbuing them with divine nectar. By dawn, the tree burst into bloom—its leaves now flecked with gold and silver, exuding fragrances of rose meadows and sun-ripened berries.

Lian blended these enchanted leaves with strawberries symbolizing the angel’s blush, rose petals from her healing wings, and papaya seeds representing rebirth. The tea not only restored the valley’s vitality but also carried the angel’s promise: “Wherever this brew is shared, hope shall bloom like spring.” To this day, each cup of Angel’s Kiss is said to cradle that sacred moment—a whisper of wings, a spark of miracles1.

“A sip transcends mere taste; it is a seraph’s blessing in your palms.”