This is the little house tended by Elementina.
She’s gentle and kind, like someone’s dearest grandmother.
She grows flowers in her garden on Floral Street and gathers petals only when they are ready to fall.
She strolls through Old Pine Way in search of forest herbs, walks all the way to Almagestea for the mountain ones, and blends the most magical teas — each with an aftertaste that lingers like a soft reminder:
drinking tea is an art of spending time with yourself, for yourself.