As I dug around a box of tea baggies looking specifically for this, the tea multiple people told me approximates poison, it occurred to me that wasn’t something I should be doing, probably. I read the ingredients list once I found it. This will be bad, I agreed. Went downstairs, ripped open the packet. Initially I recoiled, because it smells at first blast like dentist toothpaste. But then I began huffing it frantically. Because do you know what it smells like? Cheap potpourri, my guilty pleasure. I might be the freak that likes this, I thought. But, I worried, because the steam smelled like nothing but boring old mint. I was right to be concerned; drinking it crushed me.
Who is having such moody Christmas Eves, I wonder? I asked myself. This tastes like going to sleep knowing you’ll be visiting your parents who both have dementia in the home and eating dry turkey with boxed gravy off of a plastic tray in what passes for a ‘festively decorated’ nursing home dining room. The cinnamon is felt more than tasted. The mint exists, but it’s scarcely bringing to mind snow flurries. There is an aftertaste of lemon and grass. I don’t think those are even in there. The lemon might be; I know there’s an orange. It is a liar. The grass was not invited. Can’t say I recommend a tea that made me sad about my grandmother.
Flavors: Cinnamon, Grass, Lemon Zest, Mint, Orange