so…. on a masochistic whim, i decided to give this tea another go. (retroactively thinking i had been unfair in judging this tea so harshly in february of this year)
i even used my porcelain tea cup in an attempt to perhaps appreciate the color of the tea and so i wouldn’t immediately drop the cup.
thankfully for my cup, i exercised some restraint. porcelain cup and saucer remain unbroken.
the tea still looked and smelled like hot tang.
i never add anything to my tea, but this tea is soooooo tart, my tongue curls up in fear just thinking about it.
and it’s not the pleasant sour patch kid tart, or even the lemon after the tequila shot tart. just straight up foul.
even after turning the tang into liquid diabetes, i lacked the willpower to consume it.
it wasn’t even suited for the drain i poured it down. my poor kitchen sink.
for all of those who enjoy this tea, i admire your courage. and your steel tongue.
