Lilac Black Tea

Ok so I’m not really going to beat around the bush here, because I had this tea yesterday and so I’ve had enough time to really think about it. Not that I even needed time.

I do not like this tea. It does not smell of lilacs, nor does it taste of them. At all. Like not even a little bit. It tastes just like black tea, and it was easily overwhelmed by my milk and sugar, although you would not have guessed that by the strong, virging on tanic smell of the leaves as it brewed. I’m a little hartbroken. Because I have like two oz left. I’m meeting a bunch of fellow steepsterites next Saturday, and I intend on bringing this tea to see if the problem is me, the tea, the description, or all three. Don’t get me wrong—it isn’t hideous or anything like that. it’s just not even close to being a lilac-flavoured tea. And I know, I know. Try brewing it this way. That way. More water. Less water. More leaf. Try brewing it further above sea level. But like, it isn’t even close, not even in the neighborhood of what I was hoping for, so I’m kind of tea-devastated.