1356 Tasting Notes
Oh Ost you’ve spoiled me with all the lovely samples! I’m rich! My cupboard is huge!
I really, really hate to clean rooibos out of a strainer, but fortunately I have all these little paper pouches, to create my own “tea bags”, so that’s what I used to try this sample.
Its a bit woody, but its got an underlying creaminess that is quite pleasant. I smell the maple more than I taste it, but its still there.
And I have enough for another cup! Hurrah! I love new teas.
So, the Tea Novices (boyfriend and roommate), have done what a lot of us did in our early tea days- that is, buying everything they could get their hands on. Ha! I remember those days. I still even have some of those teas! They are learning, however, what they like and don’t like, and a refining the collection.
This is one of those million things they picked up, and I am not a fan. Nope. This smells nice enough in the sachet, and I love a black tea/fruit blend. But this is bitter, watery, and just generally unpleasant.
However, the Novices seem to love it, so its good that it belongs to them, and not to me. I just will not accept a cup next time I’m here.
So my newly converted tea friends (my boyfriend and his roommate, proud owners of their own tea station), really like this tea, so offered some to me.
I like citrus teas, and I was hoping that I’d like this more, but I think that Mighty Leaf may not be quite the company for me. The flavors seem a little…. light. Ah well.
I’ve got a bunch of backlogs from this weekend, so be prepared for some of that.
This was supposed to be an easier day than yesterday, but not so! Its been frantic, running about, trying to align repair men and sleeping companions, coordinating shipments, checking in on the houses of friends who are out of town, and so on.
Argh. Plus an emergency trip to the bus, to drop off by significant other, who did not wake up in time to go there.
And he interrupted this pot of tea! Well, that’s alright. I enjoy this, but its not my very favorite, so I’m ok if it cools a little as I run about like a decapitated chicken.
Whew. And that’s just the morning!