Oh Rum Raisin, how I’ve missed you! You have been out of stock for many, many months – how could Lupicia let this happen?
I have greatly missed your raisin and vanilla bean flecked tea base. Post steep, you greet me with a sweet rumminess that cries out for a little cream and sugar. I willingly oblige. In return, my cup wafts with the sinful smell that has others wondering if this tea drinker has spiked her cup. Giddy, she eats the lone raisin from her steeped leaves.
You have found your way home, back into my cupboard where your four bags have been properly tined – always at attention, waiting to be enjoyed. To many, many cups of happiness, may my tin never be empty.