Two old tea houses, one forbidden cup. Roman steeped in the misted hills of the north, Julia among the southern gardens — rival leaves that were never meant to meet. They slipped away together toward the kettle, and the rising steam kept their secret.

The old feud has long since cooled; the kettle never has. From a small studio in Hoi An, Vietnam, they pick each lot by hand, taste every harvest side by side, and pour only what they would serve each other. When a tea runs out it simply waits for the next season — patient as any love worth keeping.