“So, in fact … You-you mean …”
“Yes.”
“I’m your … … best …”
“… man.”
“… friend?”
“Yeah, ’course you are. ’Course you’re my best friend.”
John watches with interest as he takes a long slurping drink of his tea and then swallows.
“Well, how was that?”
“Surprisingly okay.”
i had NO idea i would like this tea this much. seriously no idea.
it has cinnamon in it for heavens sake. so, maybe, just maybe, cinnamon isn’t my problem? or maybe the apples and oranges balance it out nice?
it does have a kinda spiced cider flavor to it almost.
i’m really surprised.
it’s like this strange balance between fruity and dry, and maybe even a tad idea of salty? probably the puerh.
it’s definitely a weird kind of tea. not normal. and after reading my reviews for over a year you probably know right away that that’s why i respond to it. i like it weird. beautiful things are usually a little lopsided. i like the flaws and imperfections. or as Frances Ha said, “I like things that look like mistakes”. that’s where the art and magic of life is.
I couldn’t agree with you more on the last statement!
This sounds really lovely, and wholly appropriate for your quotes.
Maybe it has to do with the quality of cinnamon? Or maybe where the cinnamon originated.
THAT QUOTE.
OH MY HEART.