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1927 was a great year in England, long hot summers, music and laughter and fun and love. It was great to be alive in 1927 unless that is you were Robert Mullen. For a shy expert
on tea, it was a quiet and slightly embarrassing time, a time when women ran free with their emotions, leaving Robert a prisoner in his own home.
Robert was born the son of a tea collector, a tea collector not only known for their fine collection of tea, but for their unusually long black beard. Yes! Robert’s mother was a very unusual
woman.
As for Robert’s father, he had made a mint. That really was the highlight of his father’s life, making a mint in the kitchen one Sunday afternoon.
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