Backlogging slightly: I had my very last cup of this one last night. I have had 100g of it since I first discovered it – in fact, it was my standard breakfast tea for a while – but a pretty little Ceylon has since caught my eye…so it’s time to move on, and I don’t think I will be re-cupboarding this one.
I have been trying to formulate a tasting note for this one for weeks, and yet couldn’t seem to. Despite near-daily cups of the stuff, I just couldn’t generate something to say about it. It’s dependable. It’s…black. Yep, black! Suuuuure is a black tea…
It’s not “too” anything, but that also means there’s nothing particularly spectacular about it, and it was ideal for bleary mornings when I didn’t want to waste anything I’d really want to taste. I guess the only thing of real note here is that I could never stomach it with less than a packet of turbinado. Angrboda had a tasting note a few weeks back in which she said she finds Yunnans to often be like a mouthful of hay…and I have not been able to get that statement out of my head since when I drink this one. It’s not drinkable to me clear – it does, indeed, taste like hay, and sugar is required to cut that taste and bring out whatever-it-is that I like about black tea, the “tea” taste which I guess really only tastes like itself.
So. Goodbye, Yunnan FOP! I had a good time with you while it lasted.