The tea that was bubbling was NOT the refreshing beverage of that name, but the meal that happens late afternoon, and had previously been inside the packet that I was reading.
Where any company that deals in international comodities chooses to have its packing factory is, these days, entirely the choice of some faceless guy in a grey suit, possibly on this planet, possibly not. In most parts of the world, tea is an imported product, despite the assertion by some folk that Taylors of Harrogate grow their own locally.