Piper Bean lives in Wichita, Kansas, where the air sometimes smells like wildflowers and sometimes like “don’t ask.” She runs Quality Crystals with the belief that clarity doesn’t always come from answers—it usually comes from holding a weird rock and asking better questions.

Part writer, part listener, part accidental chaos anchor, Piper has an eye for beauty that’s been cracked a little (on purpose). Her work blends ancient lore with modern meltdowns, scientific footnotes with sidewalk omens, and just enough sarcasm to make the woo palatable.

She doesn’t sell magic. She curates reminders—stones, rituals, whispered truths—for people who suspect their nervous system might be a little haunted. Her inbox contains both supplier invoices and stories about haunted amethysts. She takes both seriously.

When she’s not untangling the mood swings of Moldavite or investigating the karmic implications of rose quartz under your pillow, you’ll find her drinking iced coffee with a chunk of citrine near the straw. For balance, obviously.