Blood Pacts are not just mocktails—they’re weapons: obsessively engineered, unapologetically intense, and brewed for those who want to feel everything.
Don’t let the softness fool you.
Sweet Vitriol is crisp, cold, and laced with black salt—like summer through a
shattered lens. A thirst quenched with a blade’s edge.
Cryptbloom is light, lush, and quietly strange. Aloe softens. White peach seduces. Shiso haunts. It’s a bloom from beneath—floral, herbal, and utterly untamed.
Beneath every can is a covenant. Behind every flavor, a ritual. We don’t sell wellness. We sell a weapon— for the ones who won’t bow to vice or virtue. This isn’t about being better. It’s about being undeniable.