To say I’ve been drinking this tea for fifty years is no exaggeration. It the only tea that I now find brings bittersweet tears to my eyes, so strong is the association with childhood and mother (RIP). As a kid I called it “consta comet”, and as an adult I’ll call it a comforting if mediocre tea. The brilliance is not the actual black tea quality, but rather the spices blended with it that have transformed some generic black into a satisfying brew. Of course I recommend it, how could I not. Because of the heartstrings it pulls, it gets my rare 100 rating. Your mileage may vary. Now I have to go to work with puffy, moist eyes.