I see a light at the end of the giant tin of foxtrot tunnel! Not that I don’t love foxtrot, but turns out that I am not immune from becoming bored with it. It doesn’t help that chamomile is such a distinctive taste and tends to show up in a bunch of other teas as well. So…soon it will be goodbye, foxtrot – hopefully before my teafrog order gets in so I have at least one tin ready for it. It’s been swell, but I’ve moved on! I’ve embraced a method of tea drinking more befitting to my extremely short attention span. One in which I eschew such silly labels as “a staple tea” (except for Earl Grey, I will always love you Earl Grey!) and live in the tea moment (don’t worry, I’m not writing carpe tea-em again. Oh wait I just did. Sorry!) I’m a free spirit, foxtrot! You can’t tie me down!
We’ll always have Yokohama though.