Vanilla with a sweet background of blackberry, mmm mmm good. This ode-to-Jane Austen tea seems to fancy drinking in the perfumed shade of an overgrown blackberry bush — while seated at a tea-table, of course, so you don’t muss your elaborate frock coat or embroidered empire-waist gown.
I’m immensely proud of this blend (although not prejudiced, or so I hope), as it was I who made it. I blame the education system for making my brain all literary. I also blame the tea system for making my taste buds all blendy.
And now, two thusly tea-inspired haiku:
Vanilla, my love,
and blackberries too; how sweet!
Word up, Regency!
Are you strolling fields
and strapped for cash? Drink this, then
wed for (wealthy) love.
Love the haiku! :) Oh, and your blend!
A haiku a day keeps Lord Byron away. So they say. :P Thank you; I continue to be glad that this blend has brought out Jane Austenites from the antiqued woodwork!