Rooibos Tea

One of the security guards today gave me a small portion of Rooibos tea. Then he went on to tell me about the two girls who opened their hotel room door in their bra and undies and invited him in (he, of course, undeniably refused, being the gent that he is.) and so we conversed while waiting for Bill Bell at 6:28 in the morning. I brewed the tea in a strainer and poured it into the Moroccan tea cups. My mum said it tastes like tasteless Persian tea. But I like it. it's calming and has hints of chamomile. I strongly suggest the Tazo Vanilla Rooibos tea. A pleasant way to pass Sunday evening, with the cats gallivanting in the kitchen.