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Kiss Me Organics Matcha Green Tea Powder

With twinkling lights and giant deflated snow globe lawn ornaments lined in sequence throughout the neighborhood, the annual hullabaloo of the holidays is certainly upon us. The winter wonderland, good cheer, and antique Christmas ornaments remind me that it's a wonderful time of year... but let's face it, it can also be a little nerve-racking. Nothing a little Skinny Caramel Macchiato won't fix. Then I started thinking of all the times my mom ordered a green tea with extra Matcha powder during our pre-shopping trips to Starbucks.
"Matcha powder? What in the world is that?"
Well, the good folks over at Kiss Me Organics sent over their Culinary Grade Organic Green Tea Powder so that I could see for myself... and I think I finally get all the fussing. Rich in antioxidants, Matcha refers to finely milled premium green tea from Japan used for drinking or as an ingredient in recipes.  Traditionally an expensive tea reserved for royalty, it's now available for anyone to enjoy. Utilizing the entire tea leaf, which dramatically increases the nutritional content, Organic Matcha lifts vitality and concentration with the slow release natural energy as well as aids in an all-natural way to increase your body's metabolism.
I love the vibrant green color and refreshing earthy aroma. I tired traditional hot Matcha with the Culinary Grade Matcha Green Tea Powder, and it was so flavorful that I can't wait to utilize it in other delicious recipes. Five stars for me all the way. My product arrived quickly, didn't falter on taste or color, and the packaging design allows for quick and simple storage. Wonderful! 

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