I really need to stop buying stupid tea that I’m pretty much guaranteed not to like. It’s really not entirely unlike walking into a clothing store, making a beeline to the ugliest sweater in a colour that makes you look washed out and happily buying it anyway. Because maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe this time you’ll see what you’ve been missing. No. I keep going to bad tea like an abusive lover.
Like seriously. This tea has cherry in it. I don’t even like that. And I have no idea what the hell in this tea is so bitter that it makes my mouth curl into an instinctive snarl, despite adding two teaspoons of sugar. The hibiscus, perhaps? I felt like I was drinking lemon neo-citron after someone had dumped some cough syrup into it. I can’t really taste any of the other fruits/notes in this blend, and there’ll be no next time, because after a few sips and some very brief contemplation (if my primal reaction counts as such), I dumped it down the drain. The good news, though, if some can be gleaned from this situation, is that I don’t think anything was the green tea’s fault, so it’s still possible I could like other flavoured greens.
And that’s all I have to say about that.