I should have known that any attempt to have a tea other than this one would have been futile, but that didn’t stop me from at least trying to (half-heartedly) convince myself.
“Come on, kc. don’t you want Sugar and Spice this morning? You always did say it was perfect for winter, and lo, winter it is!”
“Ok, simmer down now. How about this here darj you haven’t had in a while? show it some love. Remember those apple, woody notes you love?”
“I said noooo!” I was getting frantic.
When i was about to literally start stomping my feet and pitch a fit that would have no doubt reminded me why i don’t want children, I knew the fight was over. If it had ever even started. I’d told myself to stagger this; I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t keep having this again and again, it’ll lose its beauty, but like an abusive lover, I just keep going back. Only there’s no abuse, unless you can count the effects on my bank account, and it’s not abuse if I like it, so there!
Omg. Try this, guys. Seriously.
My only regret? Well, there are two. 1) I didn’t have anything for breakfast, and i’m hungry; and 2) I should have had a second cup. This is probably the only tea I would say can actually address my hunger, insatiable as it is. The smoke, I think, comes mostly from the keemun here, and although I don’t think I like keemun on its own (as per the keemun I had from art of tea), h and s really, really worked some magic here with the combination that is The Queen.
Wait, is there even keemun in this tea? I don’t know, and quite frankly my darling, I don’t give a damn!