Russian Caravan Tea

is the bomb. Sitting right on the edge between sweeter, milder English tea and the more wooly Asian varieties. I am on my third cup today. It goes through some transubstantiation process (I always suspected the Russians had a handle on the Jesus hoodoo) with smoky mystery in the cup becoming slightly sweet when it hits your taste buds. It leaves the top of my mouth tingly. It has a bit of a fireplace smell to it, coming from the roasting process. If I was more of a nostalgic person, a thousand bittersweet memories would come rushing back with each whiff.