As the carriage arrived at Rosewood Hall, Eleanor’s eyes widened. The garden, bathed in golden afternoon light, was a vision of charm. Beneath wisteria, a long table shimmered with towers of sweets, fine china, and polished teapots. It promised a lovely tea party - until she saw him. Years older, more refined, yet unmistakably him. “Dearest Eleanor!” cried Henrietta, hurrying over. “You’ve come at last! Lord Thorncroft is back.”
 
Tastes Like: A classic afternoon tea - a blend of smooth black teas with a light, crisp body, and a hint of bright citrus notes.