So, I said I’d drink it, and I did.
Not much to say though.
I enjoyed it, I really did, and it took me places. I moved the table in our living room – I needed a fresh spot to do tea, even if that meant just 5 feet away. I didn’t realize, until I got up to boil the water and looked out our glass balcony door, that it was light outside. It was weird, because I thought, for some odd reason, it would still be at least a deep blue.
I really like this yellow tea. It’s a shame they don’t produce more of it. Nice, soothing… I think I said this last time, but it has the best of both worlds, green and white. A fine tea, a fine morning. And on to some TKY.

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