905 Tasting Notes
Today is day two of Nanowrimo, plus work, plus errands, plus lots of stuff. I need a gorgeous cup. This is it.
I cannot stop saying how lovely this is, though no one ever listens. Its gorgeous, this tea. Just gorgeous. Warm, with a hint of smoke and a lovely undercurrent of caramel and vanilla, its a treasure of a tea. Perfect for when you have two thousand words to write and no time to do it in. Eeeps!
Such a terrible Steepster person (Steepsterite? Steepie?), because, in this weather, I am constantly reaching for Boston. Its just so perfectly autumnal, and I’m going through it much faster than I would have expected too. I regret nothing, however, as its so very delicious.
I have sipdowns to do, and new teas to try, and all I want is this in my cup.
Well, next up a cup of meh.
Its been a while since I Ooolonged. So today its time to steep up a pot before an extra long work session.
I still like this. Its creamy, and I like creamy. But I’m not sure it inspires dizzying swoons of delight.
But a nice vanilla pot of tea before I have to go be productive, thats a very nice thing indeed.
I dont find this particularly interesting. I dont get any lush fruitiness, or any intensity of chocolate.
What this is not, however, is bad. Its a perfectly acceptable black tea, with slight hints of….. something…. but the base is more then its additions.
Also, I noticed as I was dishing this out this morning that the tin has a picture of an orange on the front. Erm, shouldent it be a pear? Pears are rarely orange, round, and looking distinctly like a citrus.
Its finally cold enough for me to wear tights! And a non summer hat! And a cape! So I have done all of those things, and stopped by the local Peets on my lunch break to get a cuppa.
This is what I came away with. You know how in coffee shops, when you ask for tea, you can sometimes see the wheels just grind to a halt, while the poor barista frantically thinks “tea? tea?! Do we serve that?!?!”. Well, I had such a barista today, who undoubtedly could have walked me fearlessly through the land of coffee beverages, but was less secure with tea. So to make it simple, I got this Earl Grey.
I’m not impressed. Its weak, and unmemorable, and even the often too bitter for me bergamot is noticeably lackluster. Oh well, was worth a shot.