I just moved into a dorm room, and everything from my last place is crammed into this tiny little room. So all my loose teas, strainer, etc are packed away and it’s driving me mad. I was craving black tea a while ago and remember that I shoved the last of my Fairmont teabags at the top of one of my suitcases, so I dug it out, headed to the floor lounge, and whipped up a cup. Wow, their kettle must be from the ‘70s. I’m amazed it even works.
Don’t have any milk or sugar in this, as there isn’t even a fridge to keep milk. This is good as is though. A little malty from the Assam, and it yields a beautiful, deep burnt orange liquor.