Guess who just landed another job interview? Yippee! And it’s a place I’d be chuffed to be working for, it’s in the arts, and it’s smack dab in the middle of all the interesting things. In Oxford. Two interviews less than one week apart, in Oxford, after about 10 months of virtually nothing in Manchester. I think the universe is conspiring to send me south, guys. That’s the impression I’m getting, really. There’s a big part of me that’s super hesitant to leave Oop North, and a big part of me that’s unsure about moving someplace quite small in comparison to Manchester, but a bigger part of me that says THEY WANT YOU, GO MAKE IT HAPPEN. None of this has anything to do with the tea that I am drinking, but the tea that I am drinking is also helping to quietly alleviate my ridiculous TMJ headache that’s been brought on by, oh, who knows.
Oh Narvin, I absolutely adore you. He may at times be misunderstood, but he really is genuinely lovely. The scent upon opening the bag is subtle, but not without complexity: a gentle hint of bergamot is backed by notes of subtle fruit, like apricot or peach, but it’s definitely dry, not sweet. The brew is simple, not overly flavoured, with a brisk, dry mouthfeel: the earl grey pairs beautifully with the bright notes of the ceylon, and just a trace of that subtle sort of stone fruit that still has a bit of lovely crunch to it. I take it with a bit of sugar, of course, because Narvin really is an absolute sweetie. It’s a blend that just makes me happy, just like Narvin.