My encounter with Rabee’ quite literally left me with a foul taste in my mouth!
Here in Saudi, choice can be restricted.
We find, as I’m sure you’ve heard, that some are championed over others. Whether this is because of behind-closed-door agreements or just the natural order of things – I really don’t know!
But having lived in the West I can assert that there is certainly a greater freedom of choice. One which allows you to venture outside of “brand names.”
I’d heard of Rabee’ but had never come face to face before. I don’t know what drove me to it, but I thought to myself – hey, a harmless introduction surely can’t go amiss?
We met in the local market and after a brief exchange at the cashier’s till, I opted to bring Rabee’ home with me and serve some tea.
As I sat there in my living room, I could see the steam rising from Rabee’ and felt the heat that was being omitted as I drew closer.
Yak! What kind of garbage was this?!
What foul nastiness was I being exposed to?!
The shock led me to spit my tea back into my cup.
How could anyone pass this off as a quality beverage?
I think I’ll have to stick to the more well established, like Shaykh Lipton.
At least until someone can bring me over some of my favourite Illuminati bags from the UK.