I am not going to log this every time I drink it today, because I’ve already had it twice. This is the third cup.
I brought the tin of it with me as its a perfect work tea. Its neutral enough, its bagged, and I have plenty of it. As I’m combatting the sore throat of failure, I must guzzle tea, and its probably a bad idea to guzzle black tea all day. Rooibos it is, then!
I keep saying it, but its true. This tea is more nostalgia than it is love. I like its flavors well enough, but it lives more favorably in memory than in practice. I think, when I’m done with this tin, that I will not get another.