Whilst I, personally, am not fussed about that particular tea ritual (it's just not my cup of tea...

) there is indubitably a ritualistic element to the proper enjoyment and imbibing of tea regardless of its type or origin. I'm currently sat here with a pretty wooden tray before me laden with, one might say quintessential, English blue and white ironstone in the form of teapot, milk jug and 1/2 pint mug. A traditional stainless steel spoon, empress-style tea strainer and hand knitted 'Blue John', flecked navy blue tea cosy completes the set. From the warming of the pot to the boiling of the kettle (at my old house, I liked nothing better than prepping my solid brass Burmos paraffin stove and using it to boil a full Simplex copper kettle) to the selecting of the crockery and utensils, the greedy grabbing of a few choice biscuits and the almost guilty nipping downstairs to quaff it, is a very pleasing, reassuring and comforting process or rather, ritual.
Indeed, there are times when I'll grab a large mug, drop a bag into it and pour over boiling water, squeeze said bag, add a tot of coo and make a run for it back out to the 'gairden' but the aforementioned method is so much more enjoyable and rewarding. As
@Looney12345 rightly says, it is about taking the time to fully appreciate and enjoy the whole preparation and drinking of the tea. Don't just drink it,
experience it.
Anyway, back to my tea, Ripper Street and the delightful, spicy, fruity aroma of Mater's black bun baking slowly in the oven.....