A favorite! An everyday tea! No matter at times distracted brewing methods, its characteristic heady bouquet takes me back to Warwick Castle before the mold won. This tea is fragrant, earthy, a flower with roots. Wait. Is that a hint of chocolate? Blueberry scone? Really, what can one palate say to another?
When I drink this tea I become a character in an E.M. Forster novel—Howards End—sitting at a Davenport on the porch after a hard day mowing hay. Or cycling a Raleigh down blustery lanes.
All the usual disclaimers. This tea may not incarnate Forster in other tea lovers. Though if you keep the temp a tad on the low, other greats may appear.