News — general tea

  There was a time I craved coffee and nothing but. I would drink six cups of a day. I didn’t care if the beans had come direct from the shady slopes of Ethiopia and roasted by hand in Seattle by a guy with a six-foot-long beard, or it was crystals of instant. I just wanted that bitter black stuff in my gut to keep myself upright. If I could have taken it intravenously, I would have. Then I met Avantika. She introduced me to real tea. Not that stuff collecting dust in the back of mom’s cupboard. Whole Leaf...