I tried a new kind of tea this morning, the scent of which took me back to my childhood. It's not a flavour my mum or grandmother used to drink. It wasn't grown near my house or given to me as a special treat. This tea is cinnamon flavoured and smells just like the cinnamon hearts we used to eat on Valentine's Day in school. A whiff of this tea reminded me of many a Valentine's Day party: running around the classroom distributing cards with cheesy messages; sitting with my best friend afterwards praying there would be a card from the guy I liked; finding the card, then dissecting what his message was
really saying. All the while eating so many cinnamon hearts that our tongues burned red and the taste lingered for days. Ah, the sugar-coated, red dye-laden days of my youth!
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