Rosehips Send Message

Its been a rough day after a series of rough days.
“Have you had any tea since breakfast?” asks the boyfriend. I say no, “Well, theres your problem,” said he. “Drink a lot when you go home.”
Its good advice, so I do. And, even though I might regret it, come bed time, I pick up a black tea.
This smells so creamy in the bag. Its just like a rich custard, though I don’t detect much of the nutmeg.
Brewed, at first I thought it was lest custardy, but as my cup sits next to me, I keep getting whiffs of this decadant smelling dessert, something you’d order in a restaurant. I can taste the nutmeg more than I can smell it, its certainly a presence.
This tea is so rich, so layered! Each new sip brings a slight variation on the flavors. Its gonna be a fantastic winter tea.