I love tea. I like the ritual of heating water and then steeping the tea, whether it be with bags or loose leaves. I like watching the steam waft out the top of the container, if it's a hot tea. If it's an iced tea, I like the cold condensation on the outside of the glass, occasionally concentrating enough to form a droplet that runs down the side of the glass. I like holding it in my mouth a moment to let the subtle flavors emerge from the water. I like to exhale after that first swallow and feel the aromatic vapors flow throughout the head.
These people, on the other hand, just don't get tea.
