157 Tasting Notes
I had to have one, as a mini-celebration for editing and posting my video blog on it.
And it was great, went well with the baking heat of the day. really nice combination of tea and spice. 2 grams tea, three pods.
My morning Pick-me-up. It’swas hot already at 6:30am when I had this.
Great tannin tones on an ultra-gentle smoky base.
Wobnderful start to the day.
At one o’clock this morning, before retiring, I had a cup of this. I was having trouble sleeping.
I can’t remember drinking more than one sip, but it clearly helped. The cup was empty when I woke up.
I remember how warm and gentle it was. Truly a great tea.
Once more I am relying on this to help with a migraine. and it’s delicious gentleness has helped.
I must go and have another
A nice way
to start the day;
it adds perspective;
Today there’s no bitterness in this tea
And I’d hope, none in me
Last night I met a group of skilled migrants who were looking for jobs. I took them tea and hope, I hope.
Great Summer Saturday Morning.
Trilok Gurtu on the Stereo
French Toast with tea salt on my plate.
And mmmmm blue mountain. Perfectly brewed, expertly blended* exquisite paragon of a cup of tea.
Ahhhhh. Floral notes that sing in the mouth, but quietly and angelically. Tea that is happy to hold up the stage without wanting to dominate it.
(*yes, blended by me. Commercially, a while back)
After last night’s fiasco with appalling cardamom tea, I was enraged, so I made my own.
Made up some assam, cracked open three green cardamom pods and dropped them in the pot.
And it was a corker. It was as good as the pre-packaged garbage was bad.
Malty of course, but with a lovely overlay. Ahh, good tea with cardamom – simultaneously conjures up the hot dusty desert roads of its origin. and the decadence of the desserts it usually follows.
After the launch party for our TV show, we hadn’t eaten much, so we stopped at a small afghan place. While waiting, I browsed the shelves and found this in half kilo packs.
The anticipation of the ride home turned to consternation as I opened the packet. It smelt of menthol.
I brewed a pot anyway.
The cardamom smell, previously absent, did come out as the water was poured on.
The first sip was nice, mildly cardamommy.
Then the mentholation hit.
I have no idea what is wrong and why it tastles like mothballs. I only know I have 498grams that I am never ever ever going to drink.
Selling this tea should be an indictable offence.
2 steeps last night. Third one this morning.
A tea of charm and grace, as usual. Best start to the day. 2nd and 3rd steeps are often the best, sweeter somehow.
I know face the day!
I’m doing some manly stuff – installing an espresso machine. So I need a manly tea, and the manliest of all is lapsang souchong.
Now I know everyone believes that the Chinese make this stuff, but I reckon it’s actually 6foot4, check-shirted, beer-drinkin’ Canadians along the Yukon (or is that in Alaska?)
Anyway, it’s lumberjack tea all the way, without the Monty Python-style aspersions cast upon these manly lumberjack men, and so as not to be sexist, manly lumberjack women.
So, I get out a dainty little teapot, and pop some in. And pour some hot water. 5 minutes along, and the kitchen smells like a manly campfire. I pour the tea, and it comes halfway up the sides of the very butch oversize cup I’m using. So I resteep it in Panda (that’s my smallest teapot, named after the Fiat Panda, the smallest car I’ve ever been in).
Ah, bliss! As I’ve noted before, the second steep is always less smoky, and the mixed 1st/2nd steep cup hits a lovely midrange note.
It’s refined and elegant.
I’m instantly transported to visions of the tea room at the Ritz in London, with elegant platters laden with sweet, sweet tea cakes and cucumber sandwiches.
A liveried waiter point me in the direction of the eclairs. But sadly, in my vision, there’s a bunch of lumberjacks wolfing them down.
A good cup of tea is a journey, indeed.