I’m not giving this a number because gosh knows I added way too much honey to know what it actually tastes like in and of itself.
But hey, I’m under the weather, so surely that’s allowed, right?
As it is, I’m getting lovely warm notes of honey, masses of spicy and warming ginger (as one would expect from a ginger tea) and just a hint of clove and cinnamon. Almost enough to make it akin to a very gingery chai, but not quite, and I think the honey killed any suggestion of licorice root, thank goodness. It’s a winner, and exactly the kind of cheap, restorative brew I need to drink to excess without feeling guilty about how expensive or hard to acquire it is. GOOD.
It’s really awkward having no voice, incidentally. This dude had brought his bike into the supermarket for some stupid reason and then apparently I brushed against it looking at ice creams and it fell over (because, duh-doy, why would you bring your bike into the supermarket) and I tried to apologise but my voice makes basically no noise at the moment, and he started carrying on about how many press-ups he does every day? I’m like bully for you, friend, I’m proud of the fact that I got out of bed and put on actual going-out clothes this morning! SO WEIRD.
