TRY THE BEST MATCHA YOU’VE EVER HAD, or else.



THE ART
We believe matcha should be treated with the reverence of a sacred ceremony… and the swagger of a heist film.
Every batch of Ceremxny begins in the misty hills of Uji, Japan, where our farmers practice stillness, discipline, and the ancient art of doing things the hardest possible way.
Because quality isn’t made — it’s obsessed over.

THE RITUAL
To prepare Ceremxny is to engage in mindful rebellion.
Step 1: Boil your water. Then wait. Impatience is for instant coffee drinkers.
Step 2: Whisk like your ancestors are watching.
Step 3: Sip. Pause. Question everything you’ve ever known about green beverages.
You’re not drinking tea. You’re communing with chlorophyll itself.

MADE IN MYSTERY
Our matcha comes from family-run tea gardens that have existed longer than some religions. Each leaf is hand-picked at dawn, because apparently, the sun ruins everything.
Then it’s steamed, dried, and ground between granite stones — slowly, deliberately, as if time were optional.
The result? A powder so vibrant, you’ll start questioning the color green.

LOVED BY BUNNIES
Ceremxny has been embraced by meditation masters, fashion icons, and several well-dressed rabbits. Why? Because we make matcha for those who understand that serenity and absurdity can coexist.
Our drinkers don’t “chug.” They ascend.

THE PROMISE
No fillers. No shortcuts. Just ground leaves and ground values.
We promise nothing less than absolute devotion to the craft, and absolutely no chill about it.
Ceremxny
Sacred. Ridiculous. Perfectly whisked.