My tea drinking and coffee drinking habits follow inverse wave patterns. When one is up, the other goes down. Since discovering cold brew coffee – with all its ease and practicality – I admit that my tea drinking has fallen off. A bagged tea is all I can manage these days.
This, as a tea taken on its own, was uninspiring. I paid attention to it only long enough to notice a mild astringency and its scalding temperature. Hot tea is not for Houston’s sweltering summers. Yet, the variety back the tea came in delights me. So many choices for one little box! I can reach my hand in and end up with something as diverse as a citrus tisane or a chocolate pu-er. The pleasure here lies in the surprise – I imagine one akin to Bertie Bott’s – rather in the individual packet selected.