I'm desiccated, gasping.
Grasping for my dedicated tea mug. Sugar; two spoonfuls form a crystal bed. Red top milk is a mugs game; Same as water really, clearly blue is the best.
The test of a true brewer is how long in which to leave the tea brewing.
Stewing is unacceptable, susceptible to that scum on the top.
Drop that like its hot; grotty sub-par tea. Me, I only drink one kind, you find when you get older that some things just click and there's no need to stray.
My man is Earl Grey.
Way underrated if you ask me. Staggeringly I'm in the minority.
Authority is given to the English breakfast. First on most peoples list. Its just black tea without the bergamot twist.
When that brilliant boiling beige brew beckons me.
I'm complete.
