Kettlehead Tea turns four this year.
Which feels both impossibly small and much larger than I ever imagined it would become.
It began as an idea. Then a sketch. Then a single canister sitting alone on a desk.
I remember wondering if anyone would understand it. If anyone would care about illustrated tea. About poetry hidden on the back of labels. About objects created with no urgency at all.
But you did.
Over the past four years, Kettlehead has found its way into homes, onto bedside tables, into reading corners and quiet morning rituals.
The canisters stayed.
The tea was refilled.
The ritual continued.
What began as curiosity became something real.
Not loud. Not hurried. But steady.
Built by hand. Built with care. Built for people who see meaning in small things.
Thank you for every order. Every kind message. Every shelf you made space for Kettlehead on.
This is still only the beginning
 Jess xx