Come home. Taste the song of seasons. Transcend the body.

Deep Ingredients.

As a tiny, delicate flower, plummet to the rainforest floor. Touchdown, evaporate into the soil. Bloom throughout your native red clay.

…She reached the stairs. Some excitement grew among the fevergrass and dasheen bush along the drain. Aromas, strangely familiar – like private spirits dancing, whispering secrets of heritage and healing into my nostrils –  shifted their weight toward me, in flux, coalescing into a darker something.
» Go Deeper

Sip once more. Retrace the ancestral path from within. Become whole again, at one with the root.

The Melanated Spirit of Trinidad

From a distance, they see us sprouting, breaking ground, extending our limbs out into the world; having at last, reclaimed the heart of the Caribbean.