Alliterative nonsense tea

The first sup of Darjeeling, taken as I entered the kitchen carrying my bowl, to swill the Crunchy Nut Cornflake semi-skimmed slurry from my teeth, gave me pause. Its earthy, bitter-sweet undertones stroked my tongue, like yesterday's bracken compost bouquet under mixed deciduous boughs,  as I strode the butterfly flecked boulevards. A foreign sun's shine-fed sinensis foliage infusion teleportation!