This is the only Earl Grey I own now. Along the years, as my inquest for good crisp clean, and not bitter earl grey had stopped to the first mediocre earl grey I would find, I discovered this brand walking by the aisle of a farmer’s shop. I was out of tea since we just moved back to Europe and my teas were all in the moving truck, I decided to give this a try. It was a huge hit, but now it has become a memory-associated souvenir picture: A tired person after relocating across the ocean finds her perfect tea. She stops everything that day, sits down and grabs a book, and enjoys a french rainy spring day.