This is the tea that I decided to sip on and resteep throughout the day. I only had a little packet of this, so when I fell in love with it, I decided to hoard it a bit and save it for a figurative rainy day. I think that was last winter. Anyway, I busted it back open and I think that I may have waited a little too long because it was much weaker today than I had remembered. Not only was it weak, but it also just tasted like a plain-ish black tea instead of having all the nuanced and intricate flavors that I remember and loved so much. It wasn’t bad or anything, but it just wasn’t quite as special as I remember. I still have some left, so I’m hoping that maybe I was just a terrible tea maker today, and that the rest of this tea will be back to my normal deliciously lovely tea.