It’s been a long night, and my fingers smell like tobacco. I spent over an hour on my balcony, taking things apart, and piecing them back together. I went through three cigarettes, which, as I’ve mentioned before, I detest. I make a habit to drink this tea whenever I smoke, because it’s a detox for the nicotine.
I bought this tea for college, because I knew I’d be taking in a lot of tobacco and alcohol. I started smoking right before I came here, and my roommate is 25 – and more than willing to bring into the dorm anything from beer to sake into the dorm.
This isn’t a very tasty herbal. In my first experience tasting this tea in the Puripan shop, (don’t bother searching for a local one unless you live in Korea or the San Francisco Bay Area), I found it a bit repulsive. But, as the need came, I bought it, and, like most peculiar flavors, it’s a taste you acquire.
I’ve only got a cup or so left of the stuff. I’ll need to buy more when I go back home for thanksgiving.
I smoke to remind myself that I’m a hypocrite, and that I do things that are in no one’s best interest. I drink Lotus Leaf tea, because I want to clean up and fix things. It’s a hard taste to get used to, and it takes time. Gradually, I’ll make the confrontations, admissions, and apologies. For now, I continue to make smoke clouds, and look for repentance in lotus leaves.
