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
…and if you ever need any stark white fabrics dyed a nice antique color – these will do the job!
Strangely, it got a little better as it cooled. Maybe a little root-beerish, even. Then again, my taste buds may well be out of whack.