5 Herb Identities. You’re Definitely One of Them.

It started with a TikTok.
Jagatjoti had seen it first. He walked into the room, laptop under his arm, and said, “You all have to see this.” It wasn’t about herbs or tea or even food. But it was about identity. It was one of those rare videos that makes you pause, reflect, and think: “Wait… this is me.”
He looked up and said, “We should do this with herbs and spices.”
Mattee lit up. Bassma already had ideas. Within an hour, we weren’t just listing flavors, we were naming entire worlds. People we knew. People we are.
Because when you love herbs and spices, it shows up in everything.

                                       
Maybe you start with cumin sizzling in warm ghee, the smell alone tells you you’re about to make something real. You tear into warm flatbread and sprinkle za’atar, and in one bite, you’re back in Beirut, or maybe Istanbul. The spice rack in your kitchen holds stories from Marrakesh to Mumbai. Your turmeric stains the countertop and you don’t even mind. It means you’ve been cooking with your hands. With memory. With joy.
Then you’re a Global Flavor Seeker. You cook with history, culture, and curiosity in every pinch.

Or maybe it’s chamomile for you. Dried flowers floating in a ceramic bowl. Lavender tucked into your nightstand drawer. Calendula petals labeled in mason jars, because you like knowing what each plant does. You’ve made your own oil. Your own sachets. You brew tea that smells like the way you want your day to feel. You hang bunches of herbs by the window and you like the way it makes the room feel, slow, soft, sacred.
Then you’re a Botanical Dreamer. Your world is scented, slow, and sacred.

But then again, you might be the one hand-crushing pink salt just for the sound it makes. Who doesn’t follow recipes because instinct always tastes better. You dust paprika over roasted carrots and stir beet powder into dressings because food should look as good as it feels. Coconut milk and lime leaves aren’t ingredients, they’re a mood. Your kitchen is your studio. You don’t just cook. You create.
Then you’re a Culinary Artist. You cook in color, emotion, and intention.
Maybe your day begins with a mug cupped between your palms. Not coffee, but tulsi, or rose, or a blend you made yourself last night. Your tea shelf looks like an altar, not an afterthought. You brew with intention. You sip slowly. You refill the cup more than once. That’s your pause button. That’s your grounding.
Then you’re a Ritual Maker. Your tea is more than a drink, it’s your daily anchor.

Or maybe, you’re the wild one. You’ve dried mushrooms in the window and turned nettles into something beautiful. Your shelves are filled with star anise, juniper, hibiscus, things people ask about when they visit. You blend without measuring. You taste as you go. Your hands know what your mind doesn’t always explain.
Then you’re a Wild Spirit. Nature is your compass. Nourishment is your love language.

Maybe you saw yourself in one of those.
Maybe you saw yourself in all five.
That’s the point. Herbs and spices aren’t just what we use, they’re how we express.
They reflect how we move through the world. What we value. What we remember. What we pass on.
And no matter what kind of kitchen, studio, apothecary, or sanctuary you keep, 
you belong here.