TAPPED FROM NATURE
We cherish the vibrant energy of Finland's birch trees and infuse it into every drop of Nordic Tree Water. Our brand celebrates the essence of nature's goodness with a playful twist.
"Inspired by the land of long winters, sauna enthusiasts, and the world's happiest people, we proudly presents NORDIC Tree Water - the world's healthiest water sourced from Finland's white birch trees, carrying the pure essence of nature and infusing your soul with laughter and joy, all while revitalizing your body with its naturally refreshing benefits. Beyond mere hydration, this delightful elixir embodies the spirit of Finish humor and happiness, bringing a smile to your face with every sip."
NORDIC TREE WATER - BEYOND HYDRATION
WHAT IS BIRCH WATER?
Birch water, often referred to as 'nature's vitality elixir,' is a pure and nourishing liquid harvested directly from Finnish birch trees. Bursting with essential minerals, antioxidants, and a subtle, naturally sweet flavor, birch water has been cherished for centuries in Nordic regions for its revitalizing properties.
Nordic Tree Water takes this ancient tradition and presents it in a modern, convenient form, offering a taste of Finland's pristine wilderness, one sip at a time. Discover the liquid essence of nature, bottled for your well-being and enjoyment.
UNLOCKING THE BIRCH WATER JOURNEY
WINTER - NATURE'S REST
During the tranquil winter months in Finland, the birch trees lie dormant, resting beneath the blanket of snow. This period is essential for the tree's vitality and our birch water's quality. As the tree stores nutrients and minerals in its roots, it prepares for the awakening of spring.
SPRING - THE AWAKENING
As spring arrives and temperatures slowly rise, the birch trees come to life. This is when we begin the careful process of collecting our birch water. As the frozen ground thaws and the trees draw up water from the soil, our trees also push nutrient-rich sap upwards, flowing towards their branches. This is the time to tap into nature's bounty.
THE TAPPING PROCESS - CAPTURING NATURE'S ELIXIR
Our skilled harvesters, equipped with centuries-old knowledge, delicately tap into the birch trees to collect the precious sap. This is a labor of love, respecting the trees and preserving their vitality. With utmost care and respect for the environment, we harvest only what the tree is willing to share, ensuring its continued health and strength.
At Nordic Tree Water, we take this pure, revitalizing birch water, bottle it, and bring a piece of Finland's pristine wilderness to you. Discover the essence of nature in every sip, crafted from the ancient traditions of the Nordic lands.
DISCOVER THE BENEFITS
Clean & Pure: Birch water is nature's way of keeping you hydrated. It's harvested straight from Finnish birch trees, free from artificial stuff, and bursting with natural goodness.
Replenishing Electrolytes: Packed with minerals like potassium and magnesium, birch water helps keep you balanced and refreshed, making it perfect for post-workout recovery.
Low Calorie: Enjoy its subtly sweet taste without worrying about extra calories. It's the guilt-free, refreshing choice for your thirst.
Preservative-Free: Our birch water is pure and unaltered, just as nature intended. No artificial preservatives, just a taste of untamed Finnish forests in every sip.
BIRCHES
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
By Robert Frost