Another in a long line of cheapster-style teas which I often grab blindly off the dusty shelves of private food stores or at small grocers in my continued attempt to support “the little guys” and to expand my tea palate. I steeped four bags in one-minute intervals (one bag for one minute, one bag for two minutes, etc.) and none of them were consumable. In fact, the leaf fannings were so dry that they appeared more like tobacco than tea. This one tasted so stale that I would wager that the expiration date was near the end of the Korean War.