300 Tasting Notes
So I was going to wish my friend I haven’t talked to in a while a happy birthday but it turned out she was dead.
I didn’t die when I was 28.
Neither did you.
(I guess we got lucky.)
So happy belated birthday, and happy Valentine’s Day.
The tea? Oh, it tastes the same as ever – it tastes of you, (fear, shame, the inability to play the long game) of me, (no fear, no shame, the inability to not play the long game) of us, (the thick, oily, long, slow burn of forever)
…and, ironically, generously of vanilla.
Usually, when my luggage gets lost, I enjoy myself, because hey, free clothes. But this time around, I don’t really need anything. And Italy is the worst possible place for me to shop for basics. They don’t have my toothpaste. They don’t have toothbrushes I like. (Seriously. I have to TRAVEL to find reasonably soft toothbrushes here.) They don’t have my shampoo. They don’t have my powder, foundation, mascara, moisturizer or any of the other three skin care products I use. I could go on, but I know I’m an idiot whining about getting $600 to shop for – it’s just, I’m not overly consumey, and when I do buy something, I want it to be just the thing. But if I don’t use up the insurance money, it’s lost forever, and the only way to use it is to actually buy (the right kind of) stuff for it, so fine. Let’s play your game, capitalism. Tomorrow we shop some more.
They lost three of my teas, so it’s only fair I go buy some Mariage Frères, right?
This was my Tuesday seminar tea, and a much needed cup. Great seminar, perfect tea.
I’m sorry I whined.
It’s a sopping wet mess over here right now. Just rain, rain and rain. I was out for lunch with a friend and we gave up even trying to be outside when the worst downpour started. We found ourselves right beside this place that I’ve walked past for years and years but never tried (http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g187791-d1722996-Reviews-Caffe_Novecento-Rome_Lazio.html) so we ducked inside. We shared a pear and marsala cake of some kind and each had a small pot of tea – it was decent, but overpriced, and first they played jazz and then something Deep Forest-y, which didn’t quite compute.
This tisane-like green consisted mostly of fruit pieces, but it was quite drinkable. Why the staff at a tea house would serve green tea in a pot without a removable filter is beyond me, though – the last of it was beyond bitter.
I don’t really know how to rate this – it’s the best green available at my home airport lounge, so I drink it whenever I’m traveling – more out of habit than strong preference. It gets bitter very easily, and I rarely finish my cup. I’m making this sound so much worse than it is – it really does have a pleasant citrusy body to it, and it goes well with my traditional lounge melon and banana platter.
In other news, my luggage is (half) lost again. It was the bag in which I had placed my sandwich, so this is all very sad. I might have to go out into a torrential Rome and score some more foods. BAD airline. BAD.
ETA: The sandwich was in the other bag! The sandwich is safe!
I’ve been on holiday, and it’s been awesome. I can’t even remember the last time I was this tanned. My eyebrow person had to go several shades darker than normal, so I declare this tanning effort a success.
I shared a pot of this while cooking up a storm for friends and chosen family. As always, it’s a gift of melony goodness. Much like my friends and chosen family. Actually, they’re all the fruits – the whole basket. And I’m so lucky to have them.
Now I’m going to go unpack and repack some bags and ponder Steepster’s new look.
Just a random tasting note from HCMC. Tasty milk tea, added a bit of sweetener as this was technically my dessert. Weather all balmy, nice to be back. Considering sneaking a midnight swim in the closed pool, but I’ve hit four countries today and worry there might be some kind of time-space vortex at the bottom of the pool sucking me into an endless loop of borderhopping and I really just want some suns and a sand; some peace and quiet.
Stuff has a tendency to add up and I don’t want to stand here in a few months with the realization I would need 8 full boxes to escape with even half my stuff. So I’m doing the responsible thing and am bringing two suitcases home with me – one full of stuff I can’t possibly need. If I start jonesing for Christmas ornaments in May, you need to just tell me off.
In light of this, and the fact that I’m trying out a new flight path from Rome and hence have no idea whether I even have fast track (although, to be fair, the FT at Fiumicino is a little overrated, and they’ve checked me for explosives twice in four months, so they obviously have it in for me) I clearly need to gather some strength. Hence, Cookie. Let me tell you, with a couple of almond biscotti on the site, it’s f*cking delicious.
I bought a new carry-on and I love it so much I gave it a name and slept with it.
Ana was right, this is almost too good cold-steeped. Hot, many of Lupicia’s teas are fun, happy, playful teas to me – but cold, just as many reach this whole new level of exquisite. This is one of those teas, and it’s a huge treat to get to try it with the last (almost, I think there’s enough for one cup left) of my leaf.
The sweetness and the vanilla notes in this one really come through in the cold brew and I absolutely love it. This tea needs a higher rating, and shall hence be awarded five more points.
I’ve been ridiculously busy – lousy timing, since I have samples from the ever-amazing Ysaurella that I want to try and write elaborate tasting notes for, but, alas, no such luck.
Okay, so looking back at the previous notes for this, I’ve really fiddled about with the rating. And it’s seemingly a never-ending story, because I’m going to nudge it back up to 90. I love this tea, and until I find a better pear tea (if ever) I want to keep it around.
The leaf is beautiful, the tea itself is fresh and clean and natural-tasting, and I enjoy it very much.
So much, in fact, that this tasting note will have to cover the four cups I’ve had over the course of the past two days.
I wasn’t going to drink this until tomorrow, but it was so appley and all-around tasty already that I couldn’t resist. Great tea for a cold steep – light, fresh, and crisp, like drinking a liquefied apple cloud. (Which, I guess, would technically be an apple rain, but nevermind.)