When one works in the finance department of an academic institution, the day before Christmas break leaves one feeling like Bob Cratchitt, slaving away over the ledgers while everyone else has already departed to make merry. (Anyone who asks, “Are you off on the 22nd?” should be boiled in his own pudding ;)
Kidding.
But the mug beside me is a tribute to Cratchitts everywhere — a lapsang that leans to the lighter side, laced liberally with honey. Bracing without being overpowering. Poor Bob couldn’t have afforded anything overpowering.
I hope there is more soothing tea in your future, along with a peaceful holiday break.
Actually, a little P&Q allowed us to make some headway on January projects.
I love your tasting notes, so entertaining! :)
Aw, thanks! I am unable to review anything objectively, consistently, or scientifically, so you get wonky and quirky instead.