Yet another morning of getting up and walking directly over to this tea to steep as my morning brew. Has it been a week now already?
As an aside, does anyone know why boys, around age 7 or 8, make sound game noises, like an ongoing repeated rhythmic grunt aloud? And why does it need to be at my bedroom?
This kid next door is driving me crazy. Get away from the adjoining wall, damn you.
Back to the tea—I had a bit leftover from yesterday in my travel mug, so I added that to the fresh steep to cool it enough to make it drinkable immediately. Nothing like fresh tea without having to wait the ten minutes to get started.
Oh tea, how I love you!
Bittersweet chocolate and the slightest bit of raspiness with the sweetness, almost smoke if you squint.
The question now is whether I am just going to keep going with this pouch until it is gone, or if I am going to have the will to let it go and move onto another tea to give that a try for a while.
I can’t imagine ever getting tired of this tea.