So said my roommate when this package arrived. I have indeed been horrendously ill all week, and tonight was the perfect night for my tea to make it to Harlem.

My gifter and I had exchanged some messages, mostly about my listing of "flavored teas" as a dislike. They insisted they had something great for me to try with vanilla and cinnamon in it, and picturing some mocha-tea monstrosity, I was like, ehhhhhhkay.

BUT IT WAS CHAI.

WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY CHAI.

I WOULD HAVE KISSED MY LAPTOP AND THANKED YOU FOR YOUR GORGEOUS TASTE IN TEA.

I guess I caused this confusion by considering chai to be in an order of its own, high above all other teas. My bad, yo.

My gifter also warned me ahead of time that some of my tea would be in plastic bags, as they'd pulled it from their own large stash—thanks for the heads up! I'm sure the orange pekoe and black tea will be delicious, and I trust that you didn't poison me.

To top it off, a nice Celestial Seasonings variety pack. Lovely!

I brewed a cup of chai right away, but my nose is so stuffy I can't really taste it. Oh well! After I finish it, I'll move on to one of the other ones so I won't waste it.

Thank you!