My mother and I sometimes differ in our tea tastes, but on this we are united: Red Rose just isn’t for us. There’s a one in five chance that every time we pass through the tea aisle, mom will make a comment about Red Rose, and how much she dislikes it (growing up, my house was always stocked with either jasmine tea, or Tetley). I never offered an opinion, because I couldn’t really ever remember drinking it, and it at least deserved a fair shot, I thought.
Well, I already drank up all the tea I brought along with me this week, and work is ready stocked with a mountain of Lipton and Red Rose, so into my Timolino it went. And . . . it was watery, weak, and thin, and the aftertaste was unpleasantly . . . dirty. It could have been a number of factors—the timolino could have had a tea-buildup, the water could have been tepid, etc. So I brewed up some Lipton English Breakfast to see if it was all the outside factors instead of the tea itself, and no. LEB was meh for a black / decent for tea dust. But it was drinkable. I’m sorry, Red Rose. But we go our separate ways here.