In a moment of weakness, I agreed to teach both hours of fifth grade Sunday school this morning due to lack of volunteers on a holiday weekend. (Individually, this group is full of a bunch of unique and lovable kids. Collectively, they’re a toxic mess of bad mojo. Too many large personalities in a small room.)
So, after a less-than-stellar night o’ sleep, I grabbed something I thought would boot me awake. This wasn’t it.
I’ve never known any Scots personally, so I am open to correction, but subtlety does not strike me as being a national personality characteristic. So the lightness of this tea surprises me. Not a bit of astringency. Makes me think of wheat toast crust. Plenty of flavor, just not the kind that conks you on the head with a caber.
I won’t delete my first tasting note on this one, but I’m going to retract it; I alluded to some heft that wasn’t there. May try doubling up on the bags next time.