Not every tea deserves this name. Only those bold enough to stand before kings. It pours a deep, regal copper — the color of old mahogany and candlelit chambers. The aroma rises slowly: malt, dried fruit, a trace of ancient spice routes carried on the wind. The first sip commands stillness. It is not a hurried tea. It demands you sit upright, hold the cup properly, and taste the weight of centuries in every drop. This is what royalty drank. This is what diplomats offered as a gesture of goodwill.