The quality of teas would be much better coming to us in a few weeks of gathering. I suppose the flavor and quality of our teas now bear no comparison to what it would if brought directly to us, without crossing the equator twice. Methinks I can look forward, through the vista of time, and see countless thousands of our fair country women sitting of an afternoon leisurely sipping and drinking their tea, until they become intoxicated with the sweet aroma of this delicious beverage and cry out, in sweet and musical accents, blessed be God, and the projectors and builders of the Oregon railroad, now and forever, amen.
...Perhaps my tea just isn't fresh enough.
