It’s been a long time since I’ve had this tea, but like an old friend, it never fails to feel familiar and comforting. I had a fitful night, and despite having slept some, was in need of calming steadiness in my morning tea. I was going to try something new this morning, but reached for an old favourite instead. I’m still adjusting for the larger cups I’ve started using, but this tea was pretty near perfect, although I might try steeping for three minutes instead of four next time. It’s ok, though; this tea has all the sophistication and soft character of a French tea: light on the bergament, a hefty dose of stone fruit, and the hint of vanilla that rounds out each sip, making you want to search out more with your tongue. It was a nice counterpoint to my salty hashbrown, and the morning was off to a good start. I also woke up fifteen minutes earlier, which seems to have helped a lot. I hate rushing in the morning.