Scalded Balls: The aromas of the white chai entice you to bathe your lingua in the fine chai flavour, lightly cinnamonned and with a lingering fine smooth aftertaste.
I would trade 14 child labourers and 3 weeks of brick-breaking with an inadequate hammer fashioned from a old cart axle and some species of poisonous wood, so that Haliburton or some trans-national corporation could build over-priced roads payed for with IMF or World Bank loans which whatever third world country I am smashing brick in can't afford to pay so said trans-nationals can extract resources in some exceptionally toxic manor, shipping them with minimum processing to the rich countries where their wealthy Directors have great piles of currency heaped upon them for being so ingenious as to both extract resources and build infrastructure, which they pump to the media as being social responsible, for a cup of this Te.
Oh, to have this te lapping at my balls.
Dr Capitalism: This tea is quite lovely - it tastes like delicious. The smell, though, is what really sells me on it. Without tasting overpoweringly of cinnamon, it fills your nose with lovely tree-bark smells as you take a sip.
I'd trade an afternoon sorting hockey cards for a kilo of this tea.
If I ever needed to soothe a bad case of blue balls I'd cool a cup of this tea down and dip sac.
vector: Lightly flavoured as far as chai goes, which is good because it doesn't overpower the delicate white tea.
I would trade 4 weeks subsistence wages for a kilo of this tea.
Balls to the wall. Or balls to the cup. Whatever.
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