Lord Devotea's Tea Spouts

Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Fair Editorial Comment

    I was carrying a small bag of chamomile the other day… “WHAT!!”, I hear you interrupt, leaping to your feet. “CHAMOMILE? YOU? YOU HATE IT” Yes, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I was carrying a bag of chamomile. Ok, so that might seem an unexpected thing for us to stock…

  • Boho Means Rhapsody, I hope.

    Today is Melbourne Cup Day, which is one of the biggest days in the Australian Calender. It used to be about horse racing; these days there is more interest in third-rate imported celebrities, drunken rich men and above all, women who exude an odd combination of shiny clothing, copious quantities of vodka and what appears…

  • It’s Not You, It’s Me.

    A while ago, here in fact, I admitted to being bi-beverage. I also mentioned our coffee business, which was quite short-lived as tea put it in it’s place. There is actually a blend of coffee called TD Smooth, which is only available at The Devotea’s Pop-Up Tea Shop. But I digress. I have something important…

  • You Can Lead a Horse to Tea

    I’m coming up to 200 posts since I moved my blog to this location, and there have been a few clear themes. It’s a tea blog, and every blog has been about tea, however peripherally, and this is no exception. I have lambasted many an establishment or event for the sheer stupidity of not having…

  • The Godson: An Offer I Wouldn’t Refuse

    Even though I am proudly Australian, I’m also reasonably English. My ancestry was all English not that far back. On my mother’s side, it goes back to a bunch of Methodist brothers – actual brothers, not in a monkish sense -who left England in the mid to late 1800s because Victorian England wasn’t uptight enough for…

  • The 500

    500 cups of tea – at least – have been consumed. The evidence is overwhelming. In front of me is a package that once contained a kilogram of tea. It now contains nothing. I do not remember ever spilling any, I never gave any loose tea away. Lady Devotea does not like this tea, so…

  • Fear and Loathing In a Tea Shop

    This might surprise you, but I regularly visit a tea shop. Lady Devotea and I run two businesses, and the one that isn’t tea requires meeting with a number of people. As our home town of Adelaide is long and thin, running from North to South, it can be quite a distance from one bit…

  • Brown Owl and The Fortress of Evil

    Before I share with you the outrageous information that has given me a head of steam for this blog post, let me tell you first how it came about. I was listening to my favourite radio programme, ABC Conversations, which is basically just someone having a good ol’ natter about their life and times with…

  • The Essentiality of Tea

    That first morning cup. It is part of clearly defined morning routine. Every day I clone the day before when I awake: a two minute parade of cats and newspapers and tasks done on autopilot. Buried in there is flicking on the electric kettle. The first item that is not done on autopilot is the…

  • The Blacklist

    It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents* — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind* which swept up the streets (for it is in London* that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely* agitating the scanty flame* of the lamps that…

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