Last night my partner and I had a “date night” 60 miles from our home. All day I had been waiting for this tea parcel to arrive, but I knew it wouldn’t be delivered until the evening. After having indulged James’ affinity for microbrews, we were back on the road home. Pulling up the drive, I saw a quaint package sitting on our porch and my excitement was stoked. After having unloaded our purchases, I quickly ripped open my desideratum.
The dry leaves evinced my grandma’s almond cookies—okay, my grandma never made cookies, she made sopaipillas, but regardless, it was an olfactory orgasm.
I made a pot in the Beehouse pot I had bought earlier in the day.
The liquor was creamy, ripe with almond flavor and filling— I was sated.
I think it was worth the restless night to have tasted this delightful tea.
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