The Legend of Black Cat

Before frozen custard was a treat for sunny afternoons, it was something much older — and much stranger.

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In medieval kitchens cloaked in steam and shadow, witches stirred cream and egg yolks with herbs, salt, and spell work. These were not desserts. They were charms. Elixirs. Recipes for protection, dreaming, and sometimes — for remembering things long buried.

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One of the most gifted of these early dessert-witches was Katie Blackwood, a Portland healer, apothecary, and quiet rebel. Her frozen custards were laced with the forest — lavender from cliffside blooms, honey steeped in bone-warm sunlight, rosemary harvested under waning moons. But what made her infamous was her magic: every batch carried an intention, every flavor a purpose.

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They say she once collaborated, briefly and fatefully, with a strange and brilliant figure known only as Doctor Raven — a man of science, society, and secrets. What came from their shared experiments remains unclear. Katie returned to her coven changed — her recipes darker, more precise, as if touched by something sharp and surgical.

But that's just a whisper.

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Today, her legacy lives on here, behind the flickering window of Black Cat — a frozen custard shop in appearance, an old-world dessert apothecary in truth. Our witches work quietly behind the counter, churning each batch by hand, crafting enchantments that shift with the seasons and the stars.

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Each swirl is a story. Each bite, a spell.

And if you feel something stir deep inside as you eat…

Well, that’s just the magic working.

The Black Cat is always watching.
And Katie never really left.