1057 Tasting Notes
Its been hard to wake up this week. I’ve been spending too long reading in bed, I think. I cant help it, there are such good books to read!
I’m almost out of this. And I’ve logged it 50 times now. So I think that’s a good idea of how much I like it.
That said, I think its aging faster than I can drink it, so its a bit less potent now.
I’m never quite sure where I stand with white tea, but I’m making an effort to have more of it. I think, once I’m more comfortable steeping it, that it could be a delightful collection of light and delicate teas.
This is tasting very much of almond today, which is splendid in my book. This is really enjoyable right now.
I went to a sewing night last night. I’m excited, I’ve got a few patterns I want to make, and some costumes I want to do, and I’ve just been a bit too lazy to do it, so this is turning into an excellent thing to make me actually get some things done.
I need to go buy fabric!
I got to sleep in a bit this morning, which was glorious. Hooray sleep.
This is a bit less citrus-y than usual, but I don’t mind at all. Its still quite nice.
I live in trepidation. I have not heard if I’m going to have a receptionist in this morning class. And you really, really need one to run the class. I don’t know what I will do without it. Eeep.
So, lots of good tea, to optimize me. I don’t operate correctly without it!
I think that this is starting to get slightly old. Its not as powerful as once it was. But I’ve owned this particular pound of tea for almost a year, so that might be the reason.
About half the time I wake up on Friday convinced it is Saturday. Luckily my alarm disagrees.
Ugh. I wish it was Saturday.
This is very citrus-y this morning, which is very nice. And the black tea is giving a good oomph, which is also good, as I need it. I live two blocks away from the local fair, and so it means its noisy. Ugh.
It was hectic for the morning session of work. One of our clerks is not coming in, the other did not bring what she needed to run the class, so we had to cobble things together, all while I’m trying to get out the door.
Sheesh. People are completely nuts sometimes.
So, my reward is this, and some hot toast with local honey on it. I’ve got a lot of work to do today. Whew. Regular tea will be drunk.
I did not sleep well. Tossing, turning, strange dreams (not quite nightmares, but unsettling or upsetting, or just flat out strange.)
So now I’m up, and have brewed an entire pot of this.
It gotta have vanilla in it. It just has to! Its so creamy. And the fig adds a lovely earthiness to it, and the lemon keeps it from becoming too dark and heavy. I ate cereal with this, but next time with hot buttered toast. That would be delicious.