To be entirely honest, I probably should be giving this a lower rating than I am. It is Sunday morning, and in my desperation to wake up, I shuffled my freezing feet to my parents’ cupboard full of bagged tea and rummaged through all of the boxes until I found something new. Never again, I tell you. (Though I will probably do it later today.)
Anywhos, tea. Tastes mostly like a boring, unrefined black tea. There’s some fruity flavoring, but I wouldn’t single it out particularly as mango, and it’s very artificial tasting. Even the smell didn’t entice me, either when I sniffed the bag with suspicion, nor in my mug as it brewed, which is unusual for teas that aim for fruityliciousness. The coloring was warm and quite dark, but again, nothing unusual.
When trying to think what it reminds me of, I can only conjure the image of something soggy, which has been left out too long. Yetch. To be remedied with Sufjan Stevens and more tea. Let’s hope this isn’t going to predict the rest of my day…
