How this, according to its label, contains no nuts, is a puzzle. Being a Bear of Very Little Brain, I plan not to overload my overloaded synapses thinking on it too awfully hard.
Instead, I shall revel in the unique apri-chocolateness of this lovely and unusual tea and not ask too many questions. You could smell this steeping clear across the kitchen this morning.
Anybody try it iced yet?
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
