I have no idea what Jean-Luc Picard ever saw in Earl Grey tea.
I was shopping World Market yesterday, a store that carries food and furniture from around the world, and in their tea department they had a sale on Earl Grey tea. Out of curiosity I picked up a box and brought it home.
It has a nice smell.
That first sip, though, leaves something to be desired. I want to say it stings. It darts.
It opens the sinuses.
You won’t catch me walking up to my microwave and saying, “Tea, Earl Grey, hot,” with a bad Patrick Stewart voice impression.
Ask me again once I’ve finished off this box of teabags. Or maybe I’ll give them away free to a good home. Like puppies.