It’s like a slow‑poured sunset in a glass—each day the wine softens, the tannins loosen, and a new depth unfurls. Herbs do the same, their quiet molecules unfurling over time, coaxing the body to breathe easier. When you sit with a glass and let the aroma drift, the mind follows the same rhythm, stretching out and healing in the same patient, gentle way that only time and stillness can give.