One of the joys of being male is that Rasberry tea holds no fears. After all, raspberry leaves should be avoided in pregnancy as they can bring on labour.
Having established that I can drink it with impunity, the fact remains I have waited 45 years to actually do so, But whilst on a tea-stealing mission last night in my son’s cupboard, I found this and decided to give it a go.
It seems to be a good black tea, possibly a nilgiri, with raspberry leaves, obvious dried raspberries and I imagine some oils.
I had some trobled pouring it, the dried raspberries swelled up and blocked Clarence’s spout. That’s not really a negative, though.
Overall, the aroma ahead of drinking it, and the aftertaste, are better than the actual tea. It’s sweetish, and basically tastes like raspberries. There’s a hint of tea. I’m glad they used nilgiri (if indeed it is) because a lesser tea would have vanished completely.
It’s OK. I might indulge occaisionally.
I suspect it would make a great syrup. I might make up a big batch, reduce it with sugar and then pour over pancakes on the weekend.
