First batch of comfrey tea made to the popular methodology.
Unbelievable stench. Horrific, awe-inspiring, fetid. A foul concoction precipitated by man's arrogance.
The citizens of the wormery are all over the solid dregs. It would seem to be the most popular item on the menu thus far.
The liquid brew sits in a large jug in the courtyard. Dark, still, ever present. When you stare into the 'tea', the 'tea' stares back.