When I think of Assam, I think of MALT!. In caps, embolden, and carrying a large boot and sledgehammer for those very difficult mornings. This Assam is a bit of a different beast, possessing a smoky texture like a Russian Caravan. I was puzzled but pleased. And, boy, does it pack a wallop. Definitely not a mid-afternoon or evening tea. Well…unless you like to be awake at all hours.