Tried some of this today to get last night out of my system and to help get my head into study mode.
I’m frankly shocked that I didn’t hate this tea, because the smell was not that appealing to me. Nor was the first sip. Or five. But the longer I let this tea cool, the better it was – room temp was the best. Still, I don’t particularily like the taste, and it’s not something that I find easy to drink when my stomach is already unsettled. I’m going to have to pass on this one.
Age 2 – Stealing sips of orange pekoe from my Grandpa’s cup.
Age 4 – Being spoiled by my Nanny with my own cups of tea.
Age 13 – A mug of camomile from my mother to accompany a good book.
Age 17 – Strong black tea with milk and too much sugar to wake me up for school.
Age 18 – A tea (or five) a day keeps the doctor away.
Age 19 – Exploration and experimentation. With loose leaf teas at “Un amour des thés” in Montréal.
Age 22 – I embrace DavidsTeas with open arms.
Laval, Québec
