A Perfect Tea-Drunk Day in Southern California

I have a smoldering fascination with tea. Nearly everyone I know — including most of my editors — rolls their eyes and yawns when I bring up this subject, but I ignore them. I’m not talking about a strong cup of Constant Comment in a “Virginia Is For Lovers” mug to soothe on a rainy day. Nor a teapot etched with swirly flowers that’s filled with some bogusly mango-flavored liquid presented alongside scones and crustless sandwiches. Nor a mentholated herbal brew that clears the sinuses when you’re down with a cold.

Read the full article here