Plum & Lemon Verbena Cold-Brew Tea
Ripe plum and bright lemon verbena give this cold-brew tea a soft fruitiness and fresh green lift. Steep it in the refrigerator, then strain over plenty of ice.
Notes on cozy herbal brews, seasonal tea rituals, and favorite teaware. Tea is a potion.
Ripe plum and bright lemon verbena give this cold-brew tea a soft fruitiness and fresh green lift. Steep it in the refrigerator, then strain over plenty of ice.
This chilled black tea blends fresh mint, ripe peaches, and a touch of honey for a refreshing pitcher of iced tea. Serve over plenty of ice and enjoy near something green.
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