This was on sale, or maybe free. Apparently I’m succeeding at trying to erase its memory. I tasted it hot, and again lukewarm, then dumped it out and gargled with Listerine to remove traces of its unpleasant flavor. Yes, I’d rather drink mouthwash. Mind you, I do sometimes enjoy a tart straight hibiscus tisane, even if sweetened. But.Not.This. I’m storing it in the back of my cupboard so as to give it to a friend who praises rooibos, or perhaps to prepare for unwanted visitors, as I’m sure it would drive them away.
I did nit care for this one either. Gave it away.