74 Tasting Notes
Received a sample from Fjellrev a while back, but for various reasons am only getting around to it now.
I don’t get vanilla or cinnamon from this, I actually get bourbon! I love a good bourbon, and the rich base black gives the tea the mouthfeel I like when sipping bourbon.
I’ve had a fustercluck of a weekend, so this is a really comforting cuppa to get me through the day til I have to head back to another insane night of work.
Such a good way to kickstart these early mornings, especially now that my tastebuds are back to normal! Seriously, what kind of med has a side effect like “rusty metallic taste”?! Yuck! Sooo glad to be done with it.
I got a generous sample of this one from Roswell Strange and I’d been dying to try it once the metallic taste went away. I really like guayusa, and I LOVE a good citrusy tea in the summer, and boy does this deliver!
I’ve had some issues with appetite loss lately, another med side effect, so I’ve been trying to sneak healthy stuff into myself in ways that don’t end in nausea. That’s how I discovered the epicness of chia seeds! I tried a chocolate chia pudding with protein powder, almond milk, and chia seeds, and boy was it tasty! That got me thinking of other things I could do with chia, since it’s so high in protein (4.4g per serving) and it quickly poofs up and gels when added to liquid. So I decided to try adding it to some iced tea as a pseudo bubble tea and OMGYUM!!!!! SO tasty! Perfect texture, and it fits through a normal straw!
So that’s what I had for breakfast. Good Morning Sunshine chia seed bubble tea. yum!
A pot of this and my Ativan-on-steroids strength meds and I was down for the count last night. Not a restful sleep though, lots of nightmares.
It’s not my favourite tea, but boy does it do a good job at knocking me out!
Now to shower, change, and head back to the youth clinic to see the doctor, tell her the meds aren’t helping the way they’re supposed to, and if she has no other suggestions I’m off to the psychiatric emergency ward. Bah.
Sorry tea frens if I disappear again for a while.
I made this into a DIY-Tea Pop. I figured it was a bit of a fitting choice since I’m manic as hell.
I had this crazy dream about a friend and I being locked in the loony bin together, and we caused total mayhem. Making murals on walls out of mashed potatoes and gravy, running down the halls in our underpants, rearranging all the furniture in the common areas… I think we made some of the staff quit in that dream. oh dear.
This is great as a tea pop. It tastes like cheap champagne but without the burn of alcohol. a bit of sweetener makes it better, but I forgot to before I finished my drink.
I have a ton of energy and need to go run around or something before I explode. Wheeeeeee! :D
Got new meds from a doctor at the local youth clinic yesterday, and unlike the ones the walk-in clinic gave me a week and a half prior, these ones don’t make everything taste like rusty metal, so I can actually ENJOY my tea!
Sadly, I taste absolutely zero peach in this. It’s a sweet, lightly floral black. Nothing to really write home about.
I’ll finish what I have, but it won’t be a restock. I prefer the Royal Abkhazi and Victoria 150 Anniversary blends better when I want sweet and floral.
I felt like this would be an ironic tea to sip right now, given how royally effed up life is at the moment. Well, not so much life, just my brain really. I feel so beyond hopeless, but I WANT to live. just….not like this…
Irony aside, this is a tasty cup of apricotty, nougatty, almondy goodness. It reminds me of the apricot nougat used to make ice cream sandwiches by a local small-batch creamery.
Crap, now I’m craving a rosemary and sour cherry sammy….
Now that they’ve brought it back, I can comfortably sipdown what I have been hoarding since they discontinued it last! I’m so beyond broke right now, but I MUST STUFF one of their new bigger tins with Root Beer Float and Cotton Candy. A Pride tumbler would be nice too but we’ll see…I mentioned it to my sister and my birthday is in a week so i feel like she’ll probably get it for me…
Had this cold steeping in a 24ish oz mason jar from about 4pm last night til now (a little before 9am). I knew I was going to have a crazy night at work, and knew I’d need a pick me up in the morning and boy was I right. Ugh, so tired.
But dogs guys. Dogs are freaking GENIUSES when it comes to emotional crap. Bobo, a standard poodle, who I’ve known since the day I started at this job (though I’ve been “on call” for the last year and a bit after being laid off from my full time position due to cutbacks) back in early 2012, crawled into bed with me to snuggle for the first time EVER last night. I ended up sharing the single size cot with Bobo, Murphy (golden retriever), Mojo (another golden), Mudflap (basset hound), and Molly (labXdane). How we all wedged on there comfortably is beyond me but hoboy did I need it.
Still looking at heading to hospital on Wednesday morning though, blargle. :( Mental illness sucks guys, it really really sucks.
anywho, I stuffed a couple filter bags with leaf, filled the jar about 3/4 of the way, let steep for however long that was (math is hard..), then added a wee bit of fizzy water just to brighten it up a bit in hopes of the fizz waking my brains up a bit better.
Just waiting for the morning person to get her so I can go home and shower and get ready for the Pride parade. Don’t feel up to following it to the park at the end (too many people) so a buddy and I (who are watching the parade together) are going for tea and pho before I have to be back at work for 5pm. woo. I hope I still have Molly and Murphy here tonight…
Pulled this one out for my first cup of the day, partly because it called to me, and partly because in approximately one hour, the Netherlands plays against Costa Rica in the 2014 FIFA world cup.
I spent 3.5 years of my life in the Netherlands, and they were the best years of my life. Amazing people, amazing food (ohemgee the CHEESE!!!!), beautiful architecture and landscapes, and sooooooo much acceptance.
The Dutch national colour, for those who don’t know, is Orange, so an orange tea felt like a good hat-tip to the country I called home for a few years (and a country I’d love to return to someday and see it from an adult’s perspective as I was a kid when I lived there).
This tea definitely reminds me of the Netherlands. The brightness of the orange with the sweetness of the vanilla gives me the sense of being back there, where I felt so at home.
It’s a welcome comfort in the midst of an emotional shitstorm of epic proportions. Even though the moment of comfort and contentment is coming to an end as I finish my cup, I’m glad to have had a chance to simply breathe.