2 teabags, 1 Venti sized Starbucks Mug. I’m falling asleep, been running on little sleep and I need to wake up, fast. Today’s brew is beyond “kick you in the teeth” – this is “kick you in the teeth, dragged down the cobblestone road by a team of horses, and then dump you in a trough” type of goodness. Hot damn, I love this tea.
Horses … Clydesdales, no less. Big, carriage-pulling brutes! Love Yorkshire Gold.
Yes, absolutely Clydesdales :)