Scientists SOLVE the mystery of why a cup of tea just doesn't taste the same on holiday – and say there's a simple solution
So it's endlessly frustrating that a cuppa brewed abroad never tastes quite the same as it does at home.
A poll of 2,000 Brits found that two thirds take their own teabags on holiday – but three quarters said their favourite brew doesn't taste the same as a cup at home.
Now, experts have finally solved the mystery of why this phenomenon occurs.
And they've even created teabags that they promise will tackle the age–old gripe.
'For years, Brits have been left feeling a bit mugged off when their holiday brew didn't hit the spot, but not anymore,' said Zoe Harris, chief customer officer at On the Beach.
'We've stirred things up with some tea geniuses and brewed up a solution that's steeped in science.
'Now you can sip, sunbathe and say 'ahhh' knowing your cuppa tastes just like it does at home, only with a better view and fewer soggy biscuits.'
If there's one thing Brits are unwilling to compromise on, it's a cup of tea. So it's endlessly frustrating that a cuppa brewed abroad never tastes quite the same as it does at home
The holiday tea issue appears to something that impacts many Brits.
Taking to TikTok, one user asked: 'Why don't the tea bags on holiday taste the same?'
Another user replied: 'fr fr only my tea in my home tastes good (idk what brand).'
And one joked: 'they may not taste the same but u know ur on holiday then.'
The reason tea tastes different in other countries comes down to the hardness of the water.
Spain's water is harder than Britain's, especially in coastal areas, and this high mineral content can make cups of tea taste different.
To combat this issue, experts from Lancashire Tea have developed a new blend specifically crafted to work with Spain's hard water.
'This was a whole new blend game,' explained Tony Warr, Master Tea Blender at Lancashire Tea.
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'We set about matching the Spanish water with teas from every corner of the world, all while keeping that distinctive Lancashire flavour we know and love.
'After blending the finest teas from Kenya, Malawi and India, we reckon we've crafted something really special, a proper brew that'll give you a lovely taste of home while you're soaking up the Spanish sunshine.'
To make the perfect cup, Mr Warr recommends using freshly boiled Spanish water and letting the teabag brew for at least three minutes to get the full flavour, before adding milk and sugar.
The Lancashire Tea and On the Beach blend comes in a box of 40 and is priced at £1.50.
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