You know, I wish “broken orange pekoe” wasn’t abbreviated into a word like “bop”, because it makes me think the tea will be something you can tap your feet along to. Which was not the case with this one. I’m not sure if it was an old packet or my rising distrust of ceylon teas, but this barely tasted like anything. With milk, it was definitely more “meh” than “bop”.
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