Still and all, Stilly, any true Seattleite would have to be a bit suspicious about buying tea from a place called Blue Moon! For you non-Seattleite kibitzers, the Blue Moon is a "landmark" Seattle tavern of the decidedly drunken (or, if/when not quite drunk, stoned out of one's gourd on something else) variety. Kerouac drank there, etc. (So did I!) Coarse (sic) with all the gentrification and whatnot, they probably have a big Red Zinger/Licorice Spice/English Breakfast display behind the bar, alas.

Haruo