Once upon a grind… haha back in 2016

Nick and I were living the corporate hustle life, ruling our 9-to-5 kingdoms at our jobs while secretly plotting our escape. lol We were bosses (literally), but we were super miserable not being able to hang out much and see each other and we just started dating. couldn’t ignore the fact that we were busting our asses to make someone else’s wallet fatter. Meanwhile, Orlando life had me spiraling into anxiety attacks, and Nick was drained AF. Cue the WTF are we even doing? existential crisis.So, let’s talk about Nick’s fall from his “roofing adventure.” From Nick’s perspective: he was patching a leak. From my perspective: this man deadass thought he could fly (spoiler: he can’t). The fall? Three stories down. The result? A cocktail of pain meds, monthly trips to Kissimmee for oxy prescriptions, and the kind of pharmaceutical nightmare that’ll make your blood boil. So when quarantine hit, those pills were no longer an option, and we were DONE being slaves to the big pharm hamster wheel While Nick was detoxing from the oxy, I was already brewing elderberry syrup as a hobby, working at the hospital. But when COVID forced the world to hit pause, Nick and I looked at each other and said, “Screw this. We’re not working for another mf EVER AGAIN.” That’s when it clicked— elderberry wasn’t just immune support anymore. It was a lifeline. A way out. A rebellion against the system.

I wanted elderberry syrup that actually tasted bomb AF. Nick? He wanted it to be strong enough to knock out your immune issues AND slap your inflammation into next week. So, we combined forces. We researched. We brewed. We argued. We fine-tuned. And then, after pouring every ounce of ourselves into this, we created the most potent, flavorful, badass elderberry syrup you’ll ever taste. Period

This isn’t just about elderberry syrup. This is about reclaiming health, breaking cycles, and living life on our own dang terms. My obsession with government corruption and ancestral healing shaped the way I approach everything—business, motherhood, being a wife, and just existing in this crazy world. I don’t just want to make your immune system happy; I want to empower you to take control of your health, your life, and your story.

Fast-forward to now. We’ve got a 2-year-old cub, Isaiah, who’s the CEO of chaos in this house. He’s cute AF but, trust me, if he’s not happy, we’re all paying for it (send help). Nick and I? We fight like bears, roar at each other, and somehow keep it all together because at the end of the day, this is bigger than us. This business is our soul. It’s our rebellion. It’s our passion. From pain and frustration came this product— a syrup so damn good, it’s won awards and taken over markets. We don’t just sell elderberry; we sell a revolution. This isn’t cookie-cutter wellness. This is raw, real, and unapologetically wild.


When my mom passed away, the world stopped. She was an alcoholic, broken by trauma, just like I was. I wanted to save her, but life had other plans. I’d just started dipping my toes into aromatherapy, trying out Young Living’s oils (shoutout to their bomb-ass blends), thinking maybe this could be a way to help her heal. A month later, she was gone.Her passing wasn’t just heartbreak; it was fuel. It lit a fire under me to figure my shit out, to heal in a way she couldn’t, and to use that healing to help others. But healing wasn’t linear, and let me tell you, the world wasn’t exactly making it easy. During the pandemic, the censorship of information made my head spin. I was scared. I was angry. And I was drowning in depression. January 2022. Nick and I finally took the honeymoon we’d put off during COVID—straight to the Smoky Mountains in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. And let me tell you, it was pure magic. Standing on top of the mountains, breathing in the crisp air, surrounded by God’s incredible creation, something shifted in me. The trees, the stillness, the way the land looked like it had been plucked straight out of a children’s pop-up storybook—it gave me the mental reset I didn’t even know I needed.That trip was more than just a getaway; it was a creative spark. It reminded me of the beauty and whimsy of life, even in the middle of chaos. That’s where the fairy vibes were born—from a place of peace, healing, and childlike wonder. I wanted my products, my brand, and my business to capture that same feeling: the magic of standing at the top of a mountain, knowing you’ve survived the climb.Nick and I aren’t the picture-perfect, Instagram-filtered couple. We fight like bears, roar louder than we should, and stress out like crazy trying to juggle this business and our wild cub, Isaiah. But we’ve figured out how to turn our chaos into magic. Nick’s journey—breaking free from addiction and the grip of big pharma—gave him the drive to create something pure, powerful, and potent. My journey—through loss, depression, and a whole lot of conspiracy rabbit holes—gave me the creativity to craft products that not only heal but feel magical. Together, we’ve built something real. It’s the product of sleepless nights, fights, tears, healing, and a whole lot of passion. It’s a rebellion against fake wellness products, a middle finger to big pharma, and a testament to what happens when you refuse to give up. From the heartache of losing my mom to the magic of the Smoky Mountains, this business has been shaped by every peak and valley we’ve walked through.We’re not perfect, some days, we barely hold it together. But we’re here, and we’re pouring our souls into every bottle we make. This isn’t just a product; it’s our story in liquid form.