My baby girl has been crying and crying and screaming when I put her to bed these days. It is very stressful and it wears me down. I usually don’t drink black tea in the evening, but I’ve had it rough and this is cake flavoured, and it’s not like I ever go to bed before 2-3 o clock anyways so WHATEVER I’M DOING IT. I’m a rebel. An anarchist.
So I measure it out and dump it in my cup while the water’s boiling. Wait WHAT?! Virginia, this is not instant coffee, what are you doing? I stick my fingers at the bottom of the mug and push the tea down into my steeper. The aroma of the dry leaf reminds me of the Oh Canada and Birthday Cake rooibos, in the sense that it has the same sort of sweet smokiness. No red velvet cake here. I really hope this doesn’t taste like those other ones because that would just make me sad.
Steeped it for 5 minutes in 96 degree water. The liquor is beautiful and dark, and the scent is cake-y but not in an unpleasant way. Ok, here goes, look at me, breaking the rules: first sip.
I like it. No wait, this may be love.
When I sip it, I get mostly black tea, nothing to write home about, but good. But THEN, when I exhale, all the sweet delicious cake flavour hits my tongue, like I’ve been baking a cake in my lungs. This is gooood. No dessert rooibos disaster here. This is wonderful.
