When I open the desk drawer that this tin is stored in, I think about who at work might like to take this off my hands. The closed tin fills the drawer with a strong, perfume-worthy rose smell. Then I make a cup, smell the more pleasant and fainter rose aroma of the steeping tea bag, and then taste the cup with a dash of milk and decide to stash the tin back in the drawer. The rose flavor in the cup definitely takes a back seat to the black tea, which is a nice, strong, sharp black tea, but I can still taste the rose. I don’t think I’ll run right out to replace this tin when the last bag is gone, but I’m enjoying this tea now.
