For the ones with electric fingertips and tears that fall like rain.
Those with sore throats from screaming winds that break branches and bury men. Sisters who conjure storms and torrential down pours. The ones that play thunder like music and dance as the lightening strikes.
For the whirlwinds and twisters, pulling the wicked up by their roots, only to toss them aside like playthings.
For the temperate. The temperamental. For the Tempest.
this blend is in a 'ship
The Tempest has hooked up with Children Of The Stone.
Let their love steep in your cupboard and get 10% off when you purchase both 3oz pouches.