I love tea. In fact, I love nearly all kinds of rich, authentic tea, especially loose and those in sachets. There is a verisimilitude when you have tea leaves wrapped in a triangular sachet, one akin to that of having the tea in its loose leaf form.
In my frolicking of SoHo during the summer of last year, I came across a boutique on Broome street called Harney & Sons. A reasonable 15 minutes later, I spent $30 on a single tin of Japanese green matcha powder, no more than a few ounces.
In college, this might be a problem, but for now, in the pummeling cold of early 2015 here in New York City, nothing hits the spot like a cup of tea…at least to me.