I got into making fresh tea at the Naval Academy (wonderful tea shop just out in Annapolis back then), but then got out of the habit during nuke school (no time for quiet contemplation) and sub duty (crappy lowest bidder stale tea bags in the mess and no room to keep my own tea). Then we made a port visit to Portsmouth, UK, and hosted some Royal Navy officers in the wardroom. While making small talk I asked a fellow lieutenant (lef-TEN-ent) if they ran their shipboard watches on coffee, like we did, or stayed British and drank tea. Oh heavens, coffee, he replied, can’t drink tea, we can’t get fresh milk!
This made no sense to me; somehow I had made it through my formative years without being introduced to milk in tea. But a couple years later (no longer on subs and with more quiet time ashore) I tried it, and damn! Fresh tea, fresh milk, a little honey (wait, a little more than that… nope, a little more…) and it was wonderful. Coffee I gulp; tea I sip.