I believe this one was in a little care package from Azzrian.
The pomegranate isn’t very strong; I’m thinking that may have been intentional on the part of the blender so it didn’t overpower the white tea. The leaves were long—really long—and a lovely green/white. Still enough flavor to stay in the mouth after you’ve swallowed.
A little bit of “c’mon spring!”
Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.
Southwest Missouri
