I made Balance for myself first.
For most of my thirties, health came in a bottle. A coffee at 7, another at 10, a third at 3 pm that I drank standing in the kitchen and that still didn’t get me through the afternoon. Capsules I forgot by day four. A green powder that tasted like a lawn. Everything masked the tiredness for an hour. Nothing changed the mornings.
The person who changed it was a colleague in her early sixties who ran circles around the rest of us. She was the first one in, the last one out, and at 3 pm, when the whole office lined up for coffee, she was the only one who didn’t need it. One afternoon I asked her how. No coffee. Every morning, for twenty years, she stirred a spoon of bitter brown powder into hot water, Lion’s Mane and Cordyceps she ordered in bulk, and drank it like medicine.
“I don’t fix my energy,” she said, “I build it.”
I tried it for a week. The mushrooms worked. The ritual didn’t: it tasted like wet earth, it took ten minutes, and I quit by Friday. That was the real problem. Not the mushrooms. The form they came in.
Then one morning my daughter asked for her vitamin gummy before her cereal, the way she does every day, without being reminded. That was it. If I was going to take ten mushrooms for the rest of my life, they had to be something I looked forward to.
So I made one. Ten mushrooms, fruiting body only, 10:1 extracts, in a gummy with natural raspberry flavor and no mushroom taste. Two with breakfast. No caffeine, no crash, no pretending.
The first month, my lunches felt lighter. The second, I noticed I wasn’t snapping at anyone at 6 pm. By the third it wasn’t a supplement anymore, it was just my morning. Then a friend asked what had changed, and then her sister, and then I stopped counting.
Balance is that same formula, in the same jar that sits on my counter. Give it thirty mornings. If it doesn’t do for you what it did for me, send it back within 60 days and I’ll refund you, no questions.
Founder, Soleune
