Let’s set the scene: it’s raining, obviously. You’re wearing the kind of socks that only get sold next to fireplaces in boutique gift shops. You’ve made the conscious decision to put your phone on “do not disturb” because the only thing that matters right now is what’s in your mug—and that mug, friends, contains Murchie’s. I stumbled into Murchie’s like a tired Victorian ghost looking for a warm hearth. And what I found? Was home. You know that thing when a tea brand doesn’t just offer flavor but feeling? That’s Murchie’s. They are out here making tea not for the masses, but for