Rosy Lea

The ebullient spirit of the British gentry spurs on an exciting new London trend: overpriced tea!

“Loose leaf. Single estate. Fine terroir and good years. Yep, all the ways we describe wine now apply to the beverage of the moment … ”

…yet on these same pages where their countrymen comment on a world in turmoil, the advertising department of the Evening Standard, consciously or subconsciously, cries out for a release from the trance-like grip of their owners. Calling out to me–to us, for something else. Classic, or self Discovery? When does one become the joke– I dare say–indubitably old chap… that tonight when they go to print they will be searching themselves with these same questions…

ps. Happy Independence Day everybody, drink beer