A few weeks ago I bought this teapot in IKEA to enjoy tea. It was so delightful
to drink a hot, fragrant tea while seeing as it was almost winter behind a window. Every time I drink it, I remember place called Nothern Altay mountains, which is where I take this thyme
tea; my soul filled with warmth and my nose sensing the smell of strawberries,
chamomile, leaves of currant because my mom had collected, for me, all that magic tea.
It always feels like a teleport to sweet memories.