I’m English by birth and, as such, I think I have tea running in my veins. My brother, sister and I started young; drinking weak tea in our sippy cups and, to this day, a good cuppa is what we all run to for comfort. I even remember my Grandma giving tea (with milk and sugar!) to her dog and cat at tea time.
I expected the tea plantations of Malaysia to have an overwhelming aroma of tea, but I didn’t get that distinctive scent until we entered the processing plant where the leaves are rolled, dried and oxidized.
We drank plenty of tea on this visit but I wouldn’t say it was any better than my favorite Tetley from back home. Guess I’m just not a tea snob!