My grandmother loved tea. I mean really loved the stuff. I had to build shelves in her kitchen to hold the dozens of varieties she had on hand. I remember her asking me if I liked tea. When I told her I didn't, she said it's because I'd never had good tea. So, probably because you never say no to your 90-year-old grandmother, I consented to sit down for a tasting session. She must have brewed up over a dozen different teas, explaining the subtleties of each one. At some point she said, "Well... what do you think?" My response? "Do you have any coffee?"