Angela

Scene: 9:30 p.m., and I’ve just walked a half-hour in the rain with a broken umbrella. My dress shoes are waterlogged. At that point, any tea is a good idea.

Mint seems to be my default; when I’m tired or cranky it’s a good option. And this was okay for the 10:00 p.m. train ride home, but not something I’d pick up every day. It’s that fake minty taste (someone likened it to toothpaste), not reminiscent of real mint, but I can deal with it as a late-night option.