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Today I decided to go with some malty black teas after not having any in ages. I normally drink breakfast blends in this capacity, but I haven't purchased any lately because I love Irish breakfast tea but can only find it prepackaged in grocery stores. For some reason, neither of the two tea shops I frequent carry any—only English breakfast.
I've always wanted to try a pure Assam tea instead of a blend, for full-on maltiness. I picked up a black tea from the Banaspaty Estate in Assam, India. I had a sample of it in the shop, and I loved it.
But they also convinced me to try a black tea from the Tinderet Estate in Kenya, which they said was the maltiest of their selection. I'm drinking it now. It's definitely full bodied, rivaling coffee, even—except without the resulting jitteriness. I love it.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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