That explains it

Some of you are familiar with my feelings towards Lapsang Souchong tea. Perhaps “feelings” is too weak a word. Maybe “vendetta against,” or “burning desire to eradicate” would be more accurate groupings of words.

There is a certain smell that accompanies Lapsang tea. I am reminded of Christmas when I was younger, when my father and I would put together a model railroad and have it circle the Christmas tree. There was a bottle of liquid smoke that came with that train. You would put a drop or two in the locomotive, then it would smoke happily whilst it made its circuit around the tree.

God The Wikipedia knows what’s in that stuff, but Lapsang reminds me of it.

Lapsang souchong is a tea which has been withered over pine or cedar fires, pan-fried, rolled and oxidized before being fully dried in bamboo baskets over burning pine.

It is my firm belief that Lapsang tastes like the tears of the abused.

One day, I will find out.