Lost Angeleno

Cor Blimey, I taste like tea!

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

Why do I do dorky things like this, anyway?  Why don’t I just go to bed?  Damn naps.

Incidentally, I was also a very close match for tasting like nuclear waste:

“I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious.  Tasting like nuclear waste is a good thing - nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings.”

Tea, or nuclear waste?  Nuclear waste seems nearer the mark somehow, but I like that “cor blimey, I taste like tea!” heading so much.