Smells heavenly; disappointingly hibiscusy. Just had a small sample, so I’m chilling it and adding a bit of grenadine syrup to see if I can camouflage the tartness.
(MUCH better after overnight in the fridge with a generous dose of grenadine, but now it’s more like HI-C with no tea-ishness to it at all.)
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
