ATTENTION: I love tea.
I am serious. It is unnatural. So unnatural that this actually appeals to me. It appeals to me a lot.
The Republic of Tea must be getting a lot of mileage out of idiots of my caliber, the obsessives who get huffy when they see tea presses mislabled as teapots in department stores and can spend ten minutes debating the advantages of white tea over red, or green, or black. These are the people who titter self-importantly when they're reminded that the most exotic an average person's tea gets is a box of Celestial Seasonings with a teddy bear in pajamas on the package.
Mmmm, powdered stems with 50% barley filler? Yummy.
Yup. You try hard enough, you can be a dork about anything. And The Republic of Tea is Dork Paradise. Even if you're not into boiling leaves, at least drop by to marvel at the depth of my fixation.
Then, buy me an iron teapot. And some, uh, bulk full-leaf white darjeeling.
And some apple green tea.
And a chai frother.
(oh god so lame)
