Call it user error—the sample ashmanra kindly sent my way didn’t have any steeping instructions, so I guessed on proportions in my early morning wake-up mug (a big ’un).
As a result, it steeped up surprisingly light for such a rebellious name. What I ended up with was a Gentle Ben cup with hints of cinnamon instead of a Biker Dude cup wearing black leather. Not bad, just not beefy.
Smaller cup next time :)
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
