I woke up freezing this morning, and dreaded getting out of bed because I knew I would only feel colder still. I finally hauled myself up and braved the walk into the kitchen. I didn’t want to think too hard about which tea I wanted this morning, so I just defaulted to this one. I actually really enjoyed it. I steeped it for about five minutes, added in a teaspoon of rock sugar and made sure not to add too much cream. It resulted in a perfectly balanced cup, that was creamy, smooth, and reminded me of apples next to a wooded forest. I don’t even know why the term “appley” comes to mind; the tea does not taste at all of apples. But it somehow has the smooth, hard texture one might associate with a firm, juicy apple, or resting one’s cheek against the smooth, polished surface of a new wooden dresser.
If art of tea’s shipping prices weren’t so prohibitive, I think I’d actually go ahead and place an order for a larger size, but as it stands, that might have to wait. My sample is nearly empty now, which is increasingly unfortunate.
Anyway, hump day today, and I can’t wait to head home this evening. It’ll mean that the upcoming weekend is closer to you than the weekend you just finished, and that feeling is utter bliss.