This was in my Mom’s Day basket. Half the fun has been comparing the deliciously fanciful Welsh spellings on one side of the box with the English on the other side. I figured a Welsh tea would not fanny about, so I kept this morning’s steep short for my normal preferences (3:30). Doing so created a beautifully seamless tea without a lick of acidity—no standout flavors; just smooth and strong. It’s developing some muscle as it cools, but by the time I get to the bottom of the tumbler, I will be needing a boot in the hindquarters.
It’ll make great iced tea this summer.
