This tea is legendary in my household. Before I moved to England, Mom had been given a large glass container of this tea by a freind who visited Ireland. She made me a pot. It was bloody brilliant.
I moved to England. After five years, things did not go well. Mom volunteered to take me and my dog into her home in America.
I get home and Mom asks me if I want a cuppa. She pulls out THE SAME GLASS CONTAINER from five years ago and makes us a pot.
It was bloody brilliant. It had faded just a little in taste over five years, but still was a beautiful cuppa. Sometimes, late at night when the wind rattles the windows, I still dream about this tea.
