I put five of these teabags in a giant mason jar filled with pure water, and steep it in direct sunlight in the garden for an afternoon to make iced tea—just as my mother did, and my grandmother before her. It’s such a tradition with us that most other iced teas taste odd to me, too fruity or too herby or otherwise just not…quite…right. This isn’t the most amazing tea in the world, but it appears to be THE iced tea for me. My kids play with the little animal figurines just as I did, thirty years ago.