I don’t like jasmine tea. I can’t quite recall how this one made it into my cupboard. My dislike of jasmine is not arbitrary, rather, it is well-placed mistrust of a twice-yearly blossoming plant, which has caused me an unhealthy measure of strife. One year, right out of the blue, I took a sudden allergic reaction to jasmine blossom. It would have been less dramatic if the allergy was concealed to a spot like an elbow or a hip, but it was on my face…all over my face. Swollen, RED and throbbing, my face couldn’t leave the house for four whole days and had to be treated homoeopathically with Pulsatilla. So, why this ghastly plant, albeit in tea form, is in my cupboard in the first place I cannot say. It’s a big ‘no’ from me, I’m afraid.