Our Story

From MBA Dreams to Mystic Brews: My Tea Journey

Landed in the US with a fancy MBA and bigger dreams. Mom and Dad, bless their hearts, saw me conquering Wall Street. But the job market? Not exactly blooming like jasmine. Two years of hustling, folks. Waitressing, threading eyebrows, even dabbled in henna. Every twist and turn, a test. I wouldn't wilt, not with my promise to them hanging heavy.

Then, like sunshine through clouds, I met my husband. His smile, brighter than a turmeric latte. Hope started bubbling again, and guess what? I landed a great job! Finally, that American adventure with Mom and Dad became reality. Life's a funny thing, though. Pandemic hits, gotta step back from the job, 'cause a little one's on the way!

Took a deep breath, hubby and I. Looked around, saw what was missing. Tea world – full of good leaves, sure, but where's the magic? Where's the party with fruits, flowers, and herbs?

Mystic Arbor sprouted from that. A year of digging deep, designing fancy boxes, and pouring our hearts in. This ain't just tea anymore. It's about brewing moments, calming your mind, finding that everyday sparkle hidden in loose leaves and pretty blooms.

So, come on down to Mystic Arbor. Let our teas steep your senses in a cup of pure wonder. It's a story of dreams that wouldn't quit, and the delightful surprise of loose leaves meeting vibrant flowers and fragrant herbs.