I always thought that Lapsang tasted like road tar, not that that was bad.
Summer's we kids always chewed a little soft road tar, sometimes with a few parings of bark from a spearmint tree. That was good.
Montana: I want you to sit down here and let me run around get stuff for people. Here in the big city we have places that have everything. Hell, the little grocery store on the corner has nineteen kinds of grapes, we sure as hell can find any kind of tea. I'm serious now. What kind of tea was that they were looking for? I'll UPS it anywhere.
Joe
SIT down I said.