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More on the Tea Story…

I tried more of the collection of tea, and I have more tales to tell. In brief, though…….(like pretty much all of the tea drinking experiences).
Envy - Organic Green Tea. This one tasted alright, but for green tea it had a bite to it. I tried to take the edge off with some sugar, but I didn’t use enough. On New Year’s Eve, I stopped in at the Broadway Starbucks and got a new mocha I’m trying to create (it’s a Grande, 3-pump Mocha, 3-pump Hazelnut, 1-pump Toffee Nut Mocha. I know it’s a mouthful, but I’m trying to re-create the Ferraro Rocher flavour and construct a new latte. But this is supposed to be about tea!), I got the new drink, dumped out the rest of the cold tea on the snowbank and promptly forgot about that tea.
Earl Grey - A standard Black Tea. This one was decent for the first bit, I had a cup on the way to dinner on New Year’s. But I found that after the first few sips, each following sip robbed my mouth of precious saliva, drying out my tongue and causing me to smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth in the most dissatisfied sound, not unlike a child who, upon tasting brussel sprouts and does not like them, will make a protest with noise and a scrunched up face.
African Vanilla Rooibus - Some kind of Herbal Tea (this one isn’t from the ‘bucks). This one I had at Ashley’s during the New Year’s party. I was told it was tasty and was in for a treat, and I looked forward to it. However, as I was about half-way through the beverage, I had rested my cup on the upstairs banister at Ashley’s house. As things so happened in our group, it was only a matter of time until something minorly disastrous occurred. Matty Peters, a high-energy kind of guy was goofing off bugging some of the girls, and I was leaning against the banister. I joined in on the mild hazing, ran back to my spot to be undetected, and in the process knocked the banister and sent the tea and mug down the stairs to a shattering, wall-soaking mess. And Matty got the heat for it.

When all was sorted out, I helped dry the stairs, stood up for Matty’s false implication and I replaced Ashley’s destroyed mug with two other, lesser ones. And, as the story continues, I believe that the Tazo Honeybush is the best tea so far. I am having my second cup of it right now. A little honey and it’s all right.