I’m addicted to caffeine. Really, who isn’t? But I’ve changed my preferences lately. I went to the New York Faerie Fest in June and found my new love. I like cold chai. And boy, do I love it. I like it so much, I ordered chai spices from the vendor at the festival.
Why wouldn’t I just buy chai concentrate from the grocery store? Because that would be smart. And easy. Way to easy. I’m addicted to a certain blend and process of chai that has absolutely nothing to do with a processed container of Oregon Chai. I like my chai strong, dark over ice with very little sweetener or milk. I’ve heard tell that my beverage of choice tastes like a clove cigarette over ice. I’m good with that.
I like this beverage so much that I bring it when I travel. Yes. I like it that much. I almost feel like a junkie.
I take the concentrate. Liberate some cups and half and half from the hotel. And get some ice. I’m in business.