It’s a foggy, grey, chilly day, with possible rain in the forecast. It simply demands a smoky, cozy, roaring fire kind of tea. That might be an artifact of reading too many bodice-rippers with a Victorian setting lately.
I have just enough for another small pot of this and then I will be out, and it will be time to open my Mandala packet of LS. We will see which one I like better :)
When I was a very young child, I swallowed an ice cube whole. It got stuck in my throat, and my mother had me drink hot tea to melt it away. That started a love affair with tea that has never abated.
I dabbled with Celestial Seasonings and other grocery store teabags for awhile, in my young and foolish days. But a few years ago, I received a tea of the month subscription from Adagio, and I found that there was a whole other world of tea out there that I had never experienced.
I love drinking tea, and I love the personal ceremony of making a glass or pot of tea for myself. It’s like a meditation.
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