I've always said I could never date a tea drinker. A guy who will nurse a mug when down with the flu - totally fine - but in general, I like coffee men. I also like iced Americanos with anywhere from four to six shots of espresso, so I don't think many a tea drinking man would really like me, either. That's not to say I don't almost bite off my fist with shopping urges when it comes to some teas sitting on shelves in Paris or at Dean & Deluca (ahem, Mariage Frères and the black tins!!). But now all tea purchasing urges are focused on Bellocq. Of all the amazing stuff at the New York International Gift Fair, I loved their beautiful chrome jars with yellow boxes the most. They'd be perfect to save for spices or cotton balls.