830 Tasting Notes
My last tea pot worth of filtered water went into this pot. For my next act, more water.
Ah, the Tower. I’ve been thinking about the Tower of London, the place, as I’ve been watching a documentary about Richard the Third, who is a favorite historical figure.
And its all grey and rainy, and this tea seems to suit this tea.
My best friend send me a “get well” care package, including a few new teacups, one of which I am using to sip this lovely blend.
Am almost through with this.
I was, unfortunatly, correct yesterday, when I said I’d only get one cup of tea. I did only get one cup of tea. Bleh.
Today, I am almost out of filtered water, and have injured my ribs from coughing. Well, time to call up the boyfriend for water delivery, so I can have tea!!!
This mornings breakfast was an english muffin with local honey, for which this was an excelent pairing.
Almost done, I’ve only got a cup or so left. But, hey. More tea is always forthcoming, and I’m eager to try more vanilla teas. Anyone have good recomendations?
The cough is much better. Still present, but much, much reduced, and now the coughing seems to be accomplishing something.
The downside is that I seem to have pulled a muscle in my side from all the coughing. Hurts like the dickens.
Fruits d’Alsace. A divided topic on Steepster. I like it more than many others do, which is just fine.
Fruity and mild. Its pretty good.
Its raining, I’m coughing, and I need tea, damn it.
Enter Peets. I love Peets, because the person behind the counter never gets “the look” when I ask for tea.
You know “the look”. The one where, when one orders tea from a hot beverage emporium, the poor soul gets that look in their eyes of “tea? Tea?! Do we even serve that? What goes in tea? I hope they dont ask about teas!”
I try not to go to those places. Partially because the beverages are just so expensive, and partially because the tea is almost never any good.
Not at Peets. And today, the guy there was the best Tea Guy, the one who is happily recommending things for you to try.
Today, though, its rainy and I’m still not entirely well, and peppermint tea sounded like just the thing. And it is.
The thing about peppermint tea- I dont notice when its good peppermint tea. I just drink it and go “ahh”. Not in a “write-a-sonnet” kind of way, just a vauge background pleasantness. I only notice if its bad.
This is not a bad peppermint tea. Its lovely. Sigh.
Bleh. Still not well, but doing my best to get better!
Am drinking vast quantities of tea that I do not particulrly love. This fits that discription exactly.
The best of my massive order of Simpson and Vail? Yes. Does that translate to a very good tea over-all? No.
This is mildly nutty, and perfectly reasonable, but do I love it? Nope. I’ll be happy when its gone.