Oh, happy day. I finally toddled down the road to a tea house that opened whilst I was in Leeds. It's a new branch of a Glasgow West-end institution, Tchai-Ovna, about which chum Martin has been raving for years but I never quite managed to track down.
A few hours later, I'm Keemun'd out and have a belly full of excellent dahl, having been remarkably productive with a pad and pen whilst perched on a cushion. They claim around eighty types of tea: this could take me a while to verify, but I'm going to try.
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