Early Grey smells quite delicious. There is little more civilised than the scent of black tea in the morning.
So it is not surprising if, while waiting for my sad little tea bag to steep–I’ll invest in a desktop teapot _after_ the move–I lift the cup to my nose and inhale deeply.
What did surprise me was the faint feeling of bergamot-scented drowning that overtook me when, while reading a particularly fiddly bit of code, I forgot that I was only smelling and tilted the cup slightly. I have been said to inhale tea, but up to today, it had always been figurative and not literal.