The reason I settled on tea was because there were no cookies in the pantry. I tried to find a sweet tea to satisfy my sugary craving. Vanilla Bean Macaron was as close as I was going to get to a treat. I even added half and half to make it more creamy. Slowly, I waited for it to steep. I even put in two teabags hoping it would bring it as close to a cookie as I could get. Hovering over the lip of the cup, my nose devoured the cinnamon, vanilla promise. Bringing the cup to my lips I closed my eyes anticipating a girl scout cookie reward. The taste was a disappointing. Flat. Nothing. Even though I am still drinking it, the smelling part is my only joy. Humf.