Just after I got fond of this as an open-yer-eyes, boot-your-sagging-carcass out the door morning tea, it disappeared locally. Well, it appeared locally—a five-box case of it, mind you—under my Christmas tree this morning. Good gifts (not extravagant, good…there’s a difference) are my husband’s love language. I may just survive January and the seasonal affective mugwumps.
What a lovely gift!
Oooooh, that is a WONDERFUL gift!
ooohh, love this tea.