I have poured my last cup of this, and it sits before me, partially drunk.
I understand that there is to be no more of this, so this is my last cup ever. A strange feeling, to be sitting before a tea, knowing its the end.
This still remains the prettiest bouquet you’ve ever drunk, a perfumed cloud of lovely.
Thanks, Rose Violet Calendula Ooolong, for being such a nice part of my tea drinking life.
Sipdown!
sad
The end of this tea is just tragic. I literally cried.