I’ll have to revisit this outside of advent season because it was a cup of tea I ended up making very late at night after finishing all my advent responsibilities for the day. We’ve reached the point with advents where I feel a bit like a zombie. Even though the teas are different each day, there’s an element of “routine” to the whole thing that is brutally exhausting – you start to feel like you don’t have the time or mental energy for anything else.
Anyway; all that to say that I was not intellectually present when I drank this cup of tea. I vaguely remember that it was not very honey like in anyway and that there was a pithier quality, but I don’t even recall if I enjoyed that or not!? And if hadn’t written down that I’d drank it I probably wouldn’t have even remembered.