Lighter, fruitier teas get shoved to the back of the cabinet during the coldest weather, but it’s time for the Monk to see the light of day again.
This tail-end of a pound is ancient…seriously, easily four years old…but the grenadine-vanilla bounce (can’t call it a kick…it’s sort of like dropping cotton balls on a table, it’s so gentle) is still there, even without doubling up on the leaf.
