Steeped my last bag, and I don’t think I’m particularly sorry to see it go. I’m sure age had something to do with it (the tea, not me. Or maybe both), but the apple was AWOL. Nice maple scent, but without a little fruit to provide a good buffer, it didn’t mesh well with the rooibos. On to bigger and better things.
I’m craving some real cider!
Now I am, too! (Means a trip to the Amish bulk grocery store, which is dangerous: homemade pie and cookies and bread and turnovers and…)
Gmathis, BUY ALL THE THINGS! :)