It was a cold and rainy February night in Northern California. I was wrapped in my favorite blanket sitting by a dim lit lamp holding onto a heavy mug of tea. The warmth of the mug brought about a surreal calm before the storm, transporting me to another world. Like sitting with the mad hatter in Alice-in-Wonderland. Staring at the little man on my cup made me wonder where was my tea from. This sent me into an "investigation" mode of thoughts. Did you know that the art of reading tea leaves is called tasseography and for centuries tea was only drank as medicine. My mom always says tea is only as good as you make it.