The building has been so cold this week, I’ve been bundling up in jeans, stocking caps, gloves, and a huge fringe Pendleton wool cape, formerly my mom’s, that covers a short girl from head to toe and has been nicknamed The Rabbi Cape. I’ve been making tea simply for the purpose of defrosting my hands and nose on my favorite office mug (heavy stoneware with debossed/stamped cat faces). It feels good to rub your thumbs over the texture. So if I’m going to drink three sips, then adulterate it with more boiling water, what better opportunity to drink up the second string stash that’s been in my office for ages?
Enter Pomegranate Lemongrass. Supposedly it’s a white chai, and perhaps you can pick up a little spice when you sniff and sip. Mostly, it’s a pleasant but largely unrecognizable fruit flavor. Virtually no caffeine effect at all, which is also a plus, considering how many gallons I’ve been guzzling to stay warm. Not one I’ll hunt out again, nor one you can likely find again—it was part of a Christmas novelty assortment some time ago, but one that performs as needed when you just need to get warm.
