Ommity nommity nom.
I’m freezing my little butt to pieces and I can’t understand where the entire evening went. How can it be twenty to nine already?
Aijiao to the rescue!
That chocolate-y note is super-strong in the aroma today, and the more spicy, wood-y bottom note is almost completely covered by it. It smells like hot chocolate and warm milk and a wee bit of spice.
I could just smell this all day. Or what’s left of it, anyway.
Oh gosh, steepsterites, I just took a sip! If I could rhyme I would write an epic poem. Hmmm…
Ode to Aijiao
Oh Aijiao, you are a lovely tea,
come out of my cup and into me.
I nom your every last drop,
Please leaves, don’t ever stop
being so awesome and delicious!
It makes me feel quite suspicious
that I’ll never get over the ginormous loss
when the last of the leaves in the pot I’ll toss.
Your notes of chocolate I will miss
along with aroma of tea-ful bliss.
Your full-bodied flavour is something to try
and when it is gone I surely will cry.
I have one round left now, two if I’m lucky,
and will end the Ode here, as my rhyming is sucky.
… No, it really wouldn’t work, would it? I’ll leave the poetry to those as have the talent and just drink the tea.
