Autumn Teas | JING Tea

Autumn is the season that's all about comfort with a dash of refreshment. We’ve handpicked a selection of our favourite loose leaf teas that have warming spice…
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Chai tea in glass infuser mug.
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Loose Green Tea in Glass Infuser Mug with JING Sand Timer.
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Chai in our Glass Infuser Mug
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Yunnan Gold and Glass Infuser Mug
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Mademoiselle Poirot
Our Tea Master with some Chai and beautifully baked apples, flavours of Autumn.
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Tea Master and Chai, the perfect accompaniment to your at home work station.
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Spiced chocolate brownies and Chai tea in our Glass Cup and Saucer pair rather beautifully.
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The woodman and the nightingale.
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Chai tea and poetry Autumn - a dirge by Percy Bysshe Shelley I. The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. Come, Months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array; Follow the bier Of the dead cold Year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. II. The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling, The rivers are swelling,...
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Tea in bed with an extract from Rossetti's 'Autumn'... Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks, Some rent by thunder strokes, Some rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze; Fair fall my fertile trees, That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.