Three powders, each in a flip-top box of thirty sticks. Tear one into your bottle. One is your daily, one is the green you'll actually finish, one is creatine without the gym-bag. Made in Japan.
Electrolytes + B-vitamins + a little vitamin C. The one you put in the bottle without thinking.
Matcha, spirulina, barley grass. The green you'd actually finish, because it doesn't taste like a lawn.
Creatine monohydrate, unflavoured or honey-lemon. For the days you move. No stimulants, no neon.
Formulations, doses and prices are placeholders pending the taste test and co-manufacturer sheet. Statements describe what each powder contains and when people take it — not what it treats.
The box is the size of a cigarette pack — on purpose. It's the most-rehearsed one-handed gesture there is, and it fits every pocket ever designed. Thirty sticks stand in three rows; when you can see the last row, reorder. The stick is the dose: no scoop, no measuring, nothing to wash.
Also in the works: a glass mixing ball for the desk — numbered, first hundred only, with Drop 001. An accessory, not the point.
Blended and packed by a licensed Japanese food manufacturer. Lot-tracked. Facility and certificate names published here when signed.
Every lot: heavy metals, microbials, label-claim assay. Reports downloadable per lot number.
Chosen by a blind taste test, not a boardroom. We publish the scorecards, including the flavours that lost.
What's in it, how much, when people take it. No "boosts", no "detox", no promises we can't file for.
Opens after the taste test. Numbered boxes. When it's gone, it's gone until 002.