
The Legend
Mist of Olympus
Clouds gather on Olympus every afternoon. The gods walk through them and come out cooler, clearer, awake. Hebea caught one in a bottle. Witch hazel, cucumber, aloe and white tea, turned to a fine mist. It falls on the face like weather on the mountain, and the skin drinks before it can run. The last step before nectar, the first step after the water.














