Last night at work an older couple came in for refills of tea. They had a giant stack of old bags but only ended up buying three teas:
8 oz of Malaysian Highlands
8 oz of Flowery Yunnan
8 oz of Empire Keemun
When I was ringing them up we were chatting about the cold weather and I asked the woman if she needed a bag, and she said no, they lived in the area. She continued to say how nice it was to finally be settled in one place after traveling so much earlier in their marriage, and how wonderful it was to live in such "an aesthetic time of life." I can only assume her definition of an aesthetic life meant enjoying her family, her home, and her favorite tea.
What does it mean to you?
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