I’m getting sick. Chest congestion and just a general malaise. So, I decided something full of stuff that’s supposed to be good for me is what I’m supposed to be doing.
Bluh. Now I remember why I have a vague distaste for rooibos. It’s the scent. Pretty awful. But, like may of the other rooibos teas I’ve recently had from The Republic of Tea, it grows on me as I finish the cup.
I won’t lie – I like my tea sweet. I’m the girl dumping two packets of sugar into my jasmine tea at the sushi place, stirring it with my chopstick. Earl Grey, predictably, makes me cringe. Black teas get the milk and sugar treatment; my greens are sweetened with agave. I’ll drink loose tea, but I prefer bagged teas for convenience. I know I have a, shall we say, “unrefined” palette when it comes to these things, but I know enough to not boil the hell out of my green tea.
6500 feet above sea level
