Tasting Tea Fetch my own spring water, Poem by Sung Dynasty poet Tai Bing, translated by Martin Tai (1998) |
Ah. one of life's true luxury, a cup of good tea with a close friend. Well, I wish that I was sharing a cup of tea with my secret pal, but alas her identity is still unknown. Audrey here will have to suffice for now.
The tea is quite lovely, a black tea with a slight taste of guava and violet. There were also rose petals and marigold leaves in the tea, but I really couldn't pick up much taste just there aroma. A very good choice indeed. I may have to order more when I am done from there website. Thank you dear secret pal and yes you were correct no tea bags for this girl.
On the knitting front.... 1 cm left on the back of my sweater. I didn't feel like binding off the shoulders last night.
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