Hmph. I never reviewed this? I’ve had the little canister for ages—given to me by the humblest, sweetest, little white-haired retired church librarian. Remind me to check up on her soon, willya?
There was nothing very stellar about it, even in its youth—a reasonable decaf facsimile of good old Constant Comment with more orange than cinnamon. Even so, it has proven to be a good comfort tea; tonight with a splash of honeycrisp apple cider to revive it. Drink it in your oldest sweatshirt and fuzzy socks.
