Autumn Blend

Autumn Blend – The Black Tea of ​​Golden Days
At Betjeman and Barton, each tea is a world unto itself, a breath suspended between memory and emotion. Autumn Blend offers itself like an October stroll, a tribute to peaceful Sundays when the low light adorns the foliage with gold, and the fresh air carries the scent of forgotten orchards. In this infusion, the noble and profound character of black teas from China and India blends gracefully with autumn fruits. The fig, sweet and fleshy, the quince, with its honeyed and slightly tangy notes, the raisins, bursting with sunshine, and the hazelnut punctuating the whole with a crisp and woody touch.

Under the Leaves, Memory
It all begins in Sologne, in a former hunting lodge nestled in the heart of the red forests. There, Sundays don't tick by: they are dressed in wool and fire, with muffled footsteps in the dead leaves, joyful barking in the distance, and doors slamming with children's laughter. Returning from a walk, we leave our boots at the door and slip into a big wool sweater—the one that still smells of the fireplace—before wrapping ourselves in a cashmere blanket in an aged, forest-colored tartan. Tea is already waiting, steaming, in a porcelain teapot placed on a checkered tablecloth.

A Heritage Woven from Fragments
Every year, when autumn arrived, Andrea, the creator of this tea, returned to these familiar lands like opening an old book you know by heart. He rediscovered the dim light of misty mornings, the mingled scent of fireplace and damp undergrowth, and the hushed silence that only autumn can weave. Inside the house, the rain sang softly against the living room tiles, while aromas wafted from the kitchen: that of a still-warm fig tart, quince preserves simmering over a slow heat, lined up in jars like treasures on a shelf weathered by time. Bunches of grapes languished near a wicker basket, overflowing with hazelnuts and chestnuts forgotten on the porch—silent remnants of a shared harvest. It is from this need to freeze the moment, to preserve the emotion, that Autumn Blend was born: a liqueur like an infused memory. Into each cup, Andrea has slipped the crackling of the fire, the frothy freshness of the woods, the melting sugar of candied fruit, and that sweet, elusive substance we call memory. An oblique light is reflected, a complete silence settles there—a suspended autumn, which never fades.

One cup, a thousand memories
This tea is a refuge. It evokes snacks after a walk, thick slices of toast on morning bread, and chestnuts tossed in the fireplace when the first frosts arrive. Enjoy it alone or with a side dish, with a dried fruit cake, a hint of honey, or simply with your hands around an English mug. Autumn Blend isn't just a tea: it's the taste of autumn in a cup. Nostalgic and delicious.