the jane austen mafia

I like Jane Austen. You like Jane Austen. We all like Jane Austen. Join the Jane Austen Mafia and proceed to bump off -- allegedly, of course -- those who simply can't understand what it means to be part of our witty, verbose Austen 'family' of old literary souls. Just remember the rules of our 'organization:' don't be prejudiced, have sense, use persuasion, stick to known territories like parks or abbeys, and always use the code name 'Emma.' (That last one is reaching, but hey, *you* try referencing Austen's sole name-only novel title in an appropriately whimsical way.) ******************************************** Update 3/15/11: Apologies to the dissatisfied reviewer below; as this is a relatively popular tea on Steepster, the blame might be laid down to either a bad batch or differing personal taste. That being said, I certainly wish *I* could fathom Jane Austen's flavor preferences with such decisiveness, and although I've never heard of a cup of tea being the *cause* of a sore throat, I'd surely like to have some, as modern life is much in need of such innovative poison. (Further apologies to Jane Austen, too, for the use of her wry tongue.)