The Starwest Blog

The week felt like it had its own pulse. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady, the way it gets right before a holiday when everyone is half working and half thinking about the side dishes they promised to bring. Someone joked that the building smelled lik...

The conversation began when Mattee walked in holding a small jar filled with water the color of burnished copper. She didn’t announce anything. She just placed it on the table with that quiet confidence she brings when she k...

We weren’t planning on creating a Thanksgiving survival strategy. But then Brian asked if it’s “too early to start marinating the turkey,” and that was the end of productivity for the day.  I...

There’s a rhythm in the Starwest office that’s hard to explain. It’s part laughter, part motion, part the soft scent of herbs floating through the air. The kind of rhythm that makes you feel like you’re part of something alive...

Every October in the office, things start to look a little different. A few more candles on the desks. A few more smoky tea blends in the kitchen. And at least once a day, someone says something like, “Okay, but who named it Devil’s Claw?...