My husband and I went out to Shari’s for breakfast this morning, and I ordered the Earl Grey. Ugh! Horrible. That was Earl Grey? What a shame that that disgusting tea shares the same name as some of the best teas I’ve ever tasted.
I could only swallow two sips, and then had to ask the waitress to take it back and bring me juice instead.
Whenever I’ve been exposed to this one, I’ve always thought it tasted more lemon-y than bergamot-y.