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Bleugh! My first cup of this — I’ll never forget it — was in Miami, at a posh tennis club. I was thirteen, on holiday with my family, and thought I’d act grown up by ordering a pot of tea. The tea came already bagged in the cup; the water was ‘lukehot’; the pot was metal and had one of those godawful lids that leaks all over Creation when you pour. ~ I have to admit: I’ve never had a decent cuppa in the US, unless I made it myself.