Closest match I could find on the Boston Tea website for the bagged green tea in my little treasure chest.
Not as good as Boston Tea’s Dragonwell, but still a mild, unfinicky, slightly cereally green. Was perfect for an afternoon feet-up break from writing (deadlines looming) and housework (who let the floor get so skanky?)
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
