I’m actually glad I have 200 g of this tea, although I suppose it’s always possible that I’ll be tired of it in a scant few weeks, days even. I hate the fact that I keep scampering from tea to tea, always guzzling down what’s new and shiny, and neglecting old favourites only to rediscover them and fall in love all over again. Actually, that isn’t so bad, come to think of it. But I think I’ll be approaching, like, fifty teas by the time my Black Friday purchases roll in, and that’s simultaneously exciting and disconcerting. Mostly because I don’t think I’ll be slowing down anytime soon, and i’m definitely going to need a new cupboard or something. Ahh.
Anyway, this tea, as usual, was perfect. I used a tsp and a half of sugar instead of my usual two this morning though, and actually found that I liked it. The tea became more “serious” to me somehow, and gave me the appropriate kick I needed. But a soothing kick, if such a thing exists. You know, a loving shove in the right direction: gentle, kind, but firm. Because jasmine will never ever fall into the “hardcore” category for me.
And now i’m at work. With more tea!
