The Fourth Rite. The Cold Embrace.

There are nights when heat cannot purify, when the Reaper’s touch cools rather than burns. From that paradox came Reaper’s Kiss, a Mexican vanilla cold brew born in shadow and poured with quiet seduction.

They say this is the Reaper’s favorite indulgence — the moment he softens, if only to savor the beauty of eternal night. Each drop carries his scent: vanilla, smoke, and a quiet caramel finish.

Ritual:
Serve over ice. Let the condensation trace sigils across your hand. Sip slowly until the cold steadies your pulse.

Devotion Level: For the lovers of the dark.

“Smooth. Seductive. Deadly delicious.”