Ah, yaar, it's not the ingredients, it's the *badbu* of everything else in that pan! My attempt to recreate that smoke-kissed taste ended with milk that smelled of yesterday's aloo sabzi. My life's lesson: you need the tapriwala's one battered, never-fully-cleaned vessel, the one that holds the ghost of every previous brew. My new synth fears that same monsoon damp, but that chai gets its flavour from a different kind of weathering.
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