The usual story, at a coffee shop. “Have you got any loose leaf tea?”
“Yes, we have chai, green, earl grey, english breakfast or chamomile.”? “Great”
Ok, so I can’t have the Earl Grey, beacuse I’m allergic to it. Can’t have the chai because some chais contain lemon or orange peel, that allergy again. Can’t have the chamomile because it tastes like dried dung beetles and I haven’t lst my mind. Can’t let us tea geeks down by having Englis Breakfast. So it must be green, and hope it’s not too bitter.
The waitress that served it called it Jasmine tea. I told her I’d oredred the green. She said “It’s the same thing”.
If there was any jasmine, it was obliteration by the over steeping, the over-teaing and the boiling water.
I couldn’t actually tell if it was Japanese or Chinese or perhaps grown by industrious penguins in the Arctic Circle.
I added two sugars and couldn’t make it drinkable.
The shopping centre I was at burnt down about 7 years ago. I suspect the arsonist had been served this tea. If so, a justifiable crime in my opinion.