Changing up the morning routine is good for your moldering brain, so I hear, so I closed my eyes and grabbed a random packet this morning. This one won the morning lottery. It doesn’t have boot-you-out-the-door strength (few ooolongs do), but is sweet and delicate; has the personality of a little imported tea biscuit.

I am consistently impressed by the quality of the Boston Teas I’ve tried…not a zonker yet.

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Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.


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