

A nice blend of green and black tea, a Tea&Cie recipe specially designed to satisfy the most special occasions. Its little sugar hearts make it a tea of love and tenderness.
Its greedy and fruity notes of apple, orange, mango and apricot accompanied by a touch of spices will know how to bewitch you. Its evocation will carry you away in the middle of the rich, feminine or masculine, embraced rhymes of Arthur Rimbaud's poem.
" I went off, my fists in my torn pockets,
Even my coat was becoming ideal:
I went beneath the sky, Muse! I was yours;
Oh! What splendid loves I dreamed of!
My only trousers had a large hole in them.
Tom Thumb the dreamer, sowing the roads
With rhymes. My shelter was under the Great Bear.
My stars in the sky were rustling softly."
A nice blend of green and black tea, a Tea&Cie recipe specially designed to satisfy the most special occasions. Its little sugar hearts make it a tea of love and tenderness.
Its greedy and fruity notes of apple, orange, mango and apricot accompanied by a touch of spices will know how to bewitch you. Its evocation will carry you away in the middle of the rich, feminine or masculine, embraced rhymes of Arthur Rimbaud's poem.
" I went off, my fists in my torn pockets,
Even my coat was becoming ideal:
I went beneath the sky, Muse! I was yours;
Oh! What splendid loves I dreamed of!
My only trousers had a large hole in them.
Tom Thumb the dreamer, sowing the roads
With rhymes. My shelter was under the Great Bear.
My stars in the sky were rustling softly."
A nice blend of green and black tea, a Tea&Cie recipe specially designed to satisfy the most special occasions. Its little sugar hearts make it a tea of love and tenderness.
Its greedy and fruity notes of apple, orange, mango and apricot accompanied by a touch of spices will know how to bewitch you. Its evocation will carry you away in the middle of the rich, feminine or masculine, embraced rhymes of Arthur Rimbaud's poem.
" I went off, my fists in my torn pockets,
Even my coat was becoming ideal:
I went beneath the sky, Muse! I was yours;
Oh! What splendid loves I dreamed of!
My only trousers had a large hole in them.
Tom Thumb the dreamer, sowing the roads
With rhymes. My shelter was under the Great Bear.
My stars in the sky were rustling softly."