Tea

I have tea I've "gathered" from hotel stays.

Each time I search for a bag of tea in the tea jar, I'm greeted with the hints, the lingers, the tones—the things that don't matter to me.

Tea flavors are the background music. Nothing loud enough to offend me.

I really just want to know how much caffeine there is. In big bold letters at the top. The flavor is a distant second.