As a child, I remember leaving good ol Oklahoma and moving to India not knowing what this country consisted of. One of my fondest memory of growing up in India is when my brothers and I would be in 
our front yard playing cricket while my mother looked on drinking her tea. Indians are just like the British...they must have their tea every day around 4 or 5 PM. It's a way of life.
What I love about this classic tea is that it's so simple and time less. It's like a little black dress that never goes out of style. All you need is Taj Mahal Tea, Water, and milk to make this classic tea and its fabulous. Every time I drink this certain type of tea it brings back memories of growing up southern India; where as a little kid I would look up to the sky and instead of seeing the blue skys I would see the green coconut tree leaves move according to where the wind blew. Ahhh, those were the days of pure Simplicity.
our front yard playing cricket while my mother looked on drinking her tea. Indians are just like the British...they must have their tea every day around 4 or 5 PM. It's a way of life. What I love about this classic tea is that it's so simple and time less. It's like a little black dress that never goes out of style. All you need is Taj Mahal Tea, Water, and milk to make this classic tea and its fabulous. Every time I drink this certain type of tea it brings back memories of growing up southern India; where as a little kid I would look up to the sky and instead of seeing the blue skys I would see the green coconut tree leaves move according to where the wind blew. Ahhh, those were the days of pure Simplicity.
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