The thing about this tea, given that it is a black tea, is that it is very un-British. At least very un-British-during-Imperial-expansion-discovering-tea-and-wanting-it-black-as-coffee kind of thing. This tea is soft spoken and open. It is not a tightly clenched fist of islander paranoia and aggression that needs honey and lemon to be remotely civil.
This is a post-colonial, rural, quiet, taking a break from a day’s labor kind of tea for those who maybe are a bit over the usual rustic green teas.