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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:53 am
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: amber Description:white and yellow like camomila tea. Your commentary on its flavour: Flowers... and mud. It was a simple memory, a want to make someone else happy. A child's memory. He smiled enjoying it. It reminded him of something he had forgotten himself, but he couldn't remember it. He set this tea down well satisfied.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:06 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold Description: Warm and happy. Like home, how it should be. Your commentary on its flavour: A very pleasant tea with a very pleasant memory. Obviously a tale of love, with people who know how to show it, and want to show it. The tea and its memory leave a warm feeling behind, a feeling of gentle happiness. A feeling of love and innocence. The scent of wildflowers and dirt lingers as well. It is a good flavour.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:40 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Medium Blonde Description: Touching, cute, and lovely Your commentary on its flavour: A pleasant memory that showed true love, no matter how big or small you are. The flavor tickled his lips, making him chuckle lightly with a wide smile. He enjoyed the memories of love, especially children in there innocence.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:45 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gold/Dull Yellow Description: Light, floral, happy, warming Your commentary on its flavour: After the last memory she had almost been afraid to try again but as she drank it all her worries faded away. The boy who made the tea was so kind, and so innocent all she wanted to do was hold him tight. A small smile crept across her face as she watched him gather the flowers, pondering what girl he was making the bouquet for. A girlfriend? A sister? She never expected it to be a parent and she was on the edge of her seat, so to speak, as she waited to see what the mother would say. She actually gave a small cheer as the mother accepted the flowers and hugged the young boy, the warmth of the scene took away any lingering chill and she wanted to squirrel away the rest of the pot and keep it forever.
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