All Naturally Derived Herbal Ingredients
Ingredients:
Water Lily: Blue Lotus: Flower
—Nymphaea caerulea—
Egypt’s dreamy-eyed enchantress.
Travel back in time to the golden hush of the Nile… its banks kissed with a flower so sacred, the priests themselves would bow to inhale her intoxicating scent. This wasn’t just any blossom—it was Blue Lotus, known also as Blue lotus (Nymphaea) “Egyptian lotus, blue water lily, & sacred blue lily”.
Images of this beautiful flower have been found gracing ancient papyri (paper scrolls), etched on the walls of tombs, shimmering between the glyphs as honorable mentions in “The Book Of The Dead”, “Book of Coming Forth by Day” or “Book of Emerging Forth into the Light” an ancient Egyptian funerary text.
Historians discovered it a plant used in Egypt as a traditional medicine so intertwined with art, music, and transcendence that even the afterlife couldn’t resist her charm. She wasn’t just medicine—she was expression.
Historians have found that Blue Lotus was used to stir creativity, elevate the senses, and soothe the tremors of the human mind. Anxiety, insomnia, even the weight of grief—lifted on the wings of a flower floating in sacred water. The mystery of her calm lies in what the ancient Egyptians didn’t know, the source of blue lotus’s effects, Aporphine, (say it slow: ap-or-phine).
Not to be confused with her more intense cousin apomorphine—this is gentler, more feminine, more… divine.
Aporphine is naturally occurring chemical compound a psychoactive alkaloid that wraps itself around your dopamine receptors in the hormone-endocrine system of the brain and sings a lullaby to your soul.
And oh, her reputation as an aphrodisiac—still untouched by time. She opens not just the body, but the heart. A single dose can soothe nerves and stir the sensual, making her the chosen companion for spiritual rituals and magical rites of passage in antiquity.
Now, you can harness the same enchanting powers thanks to Blue Lotus Extract, and though Canada hasn’t caught up yet (don’t worry, neither had they with cannabis once upon a time ago), she remains legal to cultivate, purchase, and sell—just not labeled for consumption. Unless of course… you know how to read between the papyri. 😉
For now, avoid Poland, Russia, Latvia, and Louisiana unless you like breaking laws in style.
But here? Here on your altar of herbs, this ancient aquatic muse can be honored in tinctures, smokes, tea, and sacred ritual—woven into your elixirs like a kiss from Cleopatra herself.
She is art. She is sleep. She is seduction.
Watermelon: Exocarp/Mesocarp: Rind
—Citrullus lanatus—
The heart-beating fruit of summer’s breath.
There she lies—pink laughter wrapped in green.
A sun-born goddess, vines trailing like whispers through the soil, reaching for warmth and freedom in every direction. Watermelon is joy in edible form, yet beneath her playful grin lies focus, flow, and a quiet ferocity.
Packed with Vitamin A, Vitamin C, Magnesium, and a kiss of Potassium, this luscious fruit is a hydrating powerhouse. Every slice hums with lycopene—that antioxidant that paints her red and shields your heart like a gentle knight. But her secret weapon, her signature seduction, lies in the river that runs through her flesh: L-citrulline.
L-citrulline is what gives her that subtle buzz, that steady pulse beneath the sweetness. It’s an amino acid that helps relax blood vessels and improve circulation—essentially nature’s way of saying, “Keep that heart open and your energy flowing.” She’s not just refreshment; she’s momentum. Focused, energized, and deliciously determined.
And in the chill of Canadian winters?
Her warming isn’t from heat—it’s from motion. Watermelon nudges your blood to dance. She wakes up your metabolism, keeps oxygen traveling through every capillary like a soft current of light, and hydrates you at a cellular level when the air itself feels dry and distant. She’s that reminder of sunlight your body aches for when the snow piles high.
Now, the womb—our sacred garden.
Watermelon’s minerals help soothe muscles, reduce swelling, and encourage proper fluid balance during pregnancy. Her L-citrulline assists in circulation to the uterus, supporting dilation, and keeping both mother and baby well-fed with oxygen and nutrients. She even eases morning sickness for many women—a sweet, pink blessing disguised as fruit. Think of her as the gentle hydrator of creation itself.
And of course… she mingles with alcohol like an old flame. 🍹
From watermelon mint mojitos to herbal-infused gin, she adds juiciness and a playful coolness to any elixir. Watermelon wine, rum infusions, even chilled vodka blends—she transforms every drink into a summer memory, bottled and reborn.
So slice her, sip her, freeze her into cubes of living light.
She’s playfulness with purpose, hydration with heart.
A fruit that focuses, fuels, and flirts—without ever needing to try.
Blueberry: Fruit
—Vaccinium corymbosum—
The indigo priestess of vitality.
She may be small, but oh, she is mighty.
Sweet, tart, and divinely dressed in celestial blue, the blueberry is no mere forest treat—she’s a full-bodied oracle cloaked in antioxidants and brimming with mystery. A soft round whisper of nature’s magic, humming with the pulse of protection.
This lil' moon-blushed berry has been beloved for centuries—used by First Nations and forest witches alike to keep the blood clear, the mind sharp, and the bowels… well, grateful. And no wonder. She’s laced with Vitamin C, Vitamin K, and Manganese, plus polyphenolic compounds like anthocyanins, those deep violet pigments that protect cells like tiny cosmic shields. In the world of berry babes, Blueberry is your velvet-armored empress.
And let’s talk about why she warms.
It’s not fire, like ginger—it’s glow. Blueberry’s sweetness hugs your cells in a protective embrace, improving circulation through her subtle dilation of capillaries. She doesn’t storm the gates—she sings them open. Her quiet strength is her gift: gently warming the bloodstream, strengthening the vascular system, and whispering "stay alive, darling" into the heart of every cell. This matters especially when the cold bites and your immune system begs for a bedtime story.
Now, to the sacred center of us all—the womb.
Blueberry walks in gently, a bearer of blood-nourishing magic. She’s rich in flavonoids and folate, making her a womb ally for mamas-to-be. She enhances circulation to the uterus, helps maintain amniotic health, and supports developmental nutrition for baby’s brain, eyes, and bones. She might not trigger dilation like ginger, but she prepares the sacred nest—cushioned, vibrant, and strong.
And darling, yes—she drinks.
Blueberry has a divine flair for alcohol. Infuse her in gin, muddle her into elderflower cocktails, or brew her deep into herbal wines. Her flavor? Unforgettable. Her antioxidant boost? Irresistible. Whether she’s swirling through a tincture or seducing the rim of a summer sangria, she elevates every elixir into a potion of vitality and charm.
There are whispers—gentle, clinical ones—that Blueberry’s antioxidants may reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease, lower blood pressure, and protect against cognitive decline… but we won’t bore you with long words or serious studies. Let’s just say: she remembers what your body forgot.
So sip her, bless her, scatter her over honeyed oats or drop her into your next moonlit brew.
She is memory. She is womblight. She is the kiss of summer on the tongue.
Muira Puama: Bark
—Ptychopetalum olacoides—
The Root of Desire, the Mind’s Awakener.
Hidden deep within the humid arms of the Amazon, Muira Puama winds her roots through sacred soil and ancient stories. Known by the locals as “potency wood”, she’s been called the Viagra of the rainforest—though she prefers Muse of the nervous system. A healer, a stimulator, a reminder that the body and spirit both crave aliveness.
Nutritionally, this little wand of power brings plant sterols, fatty acids, alkaloids, terpenes, and essential oils—nature’s orchestra for hormonal harmony and vitality. While not your classic vitamin-rich fruit, she nourishes the body through stimulation—encouraging nerve response, blood flow, and that electric hum of well-being that says, I’m awake.
And warmth?
Oh, she burns slow. Muira Puama is a circulatory stimulant, increasing oxygen flow and arousal without chaos. Her energy is focused fire—the kind that melts tension, restores confidence, and whispers heat into cold limbs and even colder moods. In Canadian winters, she is that tropical current under your skin, coaxing the blood to move again, reminding you that you’re still alive beneath all that snow.
For women, she is especially divine.
Muira Puama strengthens the reproductive organs, improving blood flow to the womb and enhancing fertility through her effect on the endocrine system. She encourages circulation to the pelvis, preparing the body for healthy dilation and childbirth, and nourishing the womb with her grounding, oxygen-rich warmth. Even postpartum, she offers strength, hormonal balance, and that quiet confidence that says, “You were made for this.”
And now, for the spirited alchemist in you—yes, she loves her liquor. 🍸
Steep her bark in dark rum, bourbon, or spiced wine, and she’ll awaken every note with sensual depth. Herbalists have long infused Muira Puama into tonics and love elixirs, pairing her with Damiana, Maca, or Ginseng to make blends that stir both focus and fire. A few drops of tincture or a sip of infused spirit, and suddenly, everything feels more vivid.
Whispers from research suggest she may help with fatigue, brain fog, anxiety, and even mild depression—but let’s not get too clinical. She’s not a supplement; she’s a spell. A root that remembers your wild.
So here’s to her: the vine that fuels vitality,
the root that reclaims desire,
and the quiet confidence of knowing that what grows in darkness can still bring the light.
Ginger: Root
Behold: Ginger—Zingiber officinale—
If fire had a root, it would be this healer, warrior, and unapologetic spice of life.
Ginger is that friend who shows up early, kicks your cold in the teeth, warms your belly, and tells your digestion to get it together. Used for over 5,000 years in ancient Chinese and Indian systems of medicine (Ayurveda bows deeply), ginger was once more valuable than gold—and honestly, still is when you’re nauseous or freezing your butt off in Canadian winters.
Now, before we go any further—let’s talk nutrients, because this root came dressed to impress. Inside this knotted little powerhouse, you’ll find Vitamin C, B6, Magnesium, Potassium, Copper, Manganese, and a spicy kiss of Iron. This isn’t just flavor—it’s foundational fuel. Ginger feeds your blood, hugs your immune system, and plays matchmaker for every enzyme trying to turn food into energy.
And what exactly brings the burn? Ginger’s heat comes from gingerols and shogaols, those fiery phytochemicals that flirt with your nervous system and spark circulation. That warming effect? It’s not just your imagination—it’s blood flow, it’s metabolic ignition, it’s your whole inner world lighting a match and whispering, I’ve got you.
This is especially true in that sacred furnace we call the womb. Ginger has been used for generations to warm the reproductive center, increasing uterine blood flow, preparing the body for dilation, and making nutrients more bioavailable for both mother and baby. It’s like prenatal poetry in root form—gently reducing inflammation, preventing nausea, and even helping build the little one’s bones, blood, and brilliance. She’s a doula in disguise.
And if that weren’t enough? Oh, she drinks. Ginger’s got a thing for alcohol. From Moscow Mules to golden ginger liqueurs, she slips into cocktails like a mythic muse—bringing bite, heat, and a zing that keeps you curious for the next sip. Infuse her in rum, vodka, gin, or even sparkling wine. Whether tincture or tipple, she’s the spicy backbone of any bold brew.
And yes, there are whispers that she helps defend against the darker tides—nausea, inflammation, even risk factors tied to chronic illness—but we don’t dwell in the gloom here. We sip, swirl, and sparkle. Ginger doesn't just prevent; she performs.
So steep her, blend her, bless your next bottle with her.
She’s not just a root. She’s a ritual.
St. John’s Wort: Aerial Parts
Behold: St. John’s Wort
—Hypericum perforatum—
The Sun’s Little Secret.
When the world feels heavy and the clouds refuse to part, she blooms—tiny gold lanterns dotting fields and roadsides, shimmering like bottled daylight. St. John’s Wort has long been called the herb of light, not only for her color but for the way she brightens what lies within.
Ancient Greeks offered her to Apollo, god of the sun. Medieval monks tucked her under pillows to keep the darkness—both literal and spiritual—at bay. Today, she still keeps her promise, soothing weary minds and helping the body remember what joy feels like.
Inside her sun-kissed leaves and petals swirl Vitamins A, C, and E, flavonoids, hypericin, and hyperforin—the compounds that give her that trademark glow. Together, they act like tiny rays of chemical sunshine, supporting the nervous system, calming inflammation, and gently balancing the chemistry of mood. She feeds your cells with brightness.
As for warmth—oh, she brings it softly. Not a fevered burn, but a steady hum that travels through the blood, encouraging circulation and relaxation. Perfect for those long Canadian winters when your body aches for a glimpse of summer. She’s a hearth in plant form: tender, persistent, quietly radiant.
For women, her gifts deepen still.
St. John’s Wort harmonizes with the endocrine and reproductive systems, helping ease menstrual discomfort, calm uterine tension, and lift postpartum spirits. Her nutrients and flavonoids improve blood flow and hormonal balance, assisting the womb in its cycles of renewal. She reminds the body that rest and radiance are not opposites—they’re lovers.
And yes, she does mingle beautifully with alcohol—though, as always, with a note of mindfulness.
Her golden blossoms lend both color and calm to wine infusions, honey-meads, and bitters. A sun-steeped bottle of St. John’s Wort oil or liqueur becomes a tonic for the soul—warming, centering, and glowing like twilight in glass.
Whispers of modern science say she may reduce mild depression, soothe nerve pain, and help the skin heal from burns or scars. But we won’t linger in the laboratory—because her true medicine is felt, not measured. She’s the light you sip when the world forgets its morning.
So harvest her with gratitude, steep her with patience, and let her teach you what all true healers know:
the light never leaves; sometimes it just grows wild.