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Recent Tasting Notes
One of those mornings where about two sips of hot tea are all you get to before the outdoor temps make hot anything unnecessary—so this was a good morning choice. The ginseng gets stronger as it cools, which is OK by me—I don’t like ginseng hot, but cold or iced it hits the spot. would like to get some more of this.
This is a decent, lightweight IB. This is not the tea to drink at 6 a.m. when it’s the only cup you’re going to get all day because your workday is screamingly nonstop from the moment you walk in and then when you get off you have to run screaming in another direction to take an elderly father to the E.R.
Thank you for indulging me in a bit of self-pity :) Surely there is hot water around here somewhere. I have a bag of Twinings on me….
Flipping back through recent notes on this one, it seems to be the subconscious go-to for moments of mild creative frustration: in this case, it was losing a wrestling match with a Cricut mat that is losing its sticky (those of you who know how expensive those confounded mats are understand the need to beat them into submission until they’ve lost their last iota of tackiness).
At any rate, this lovely orange-almond green is perfect for an afternoon, slightly sweet, easy to steep. One I will chase down next trip to Arkansas.
Don’t you hate it when you finally get a perfect cup of a sample tea that’s been elusive and hard to get right…and you discover you’re at the end of the sample?
The sweet spot was hit this morning…longer and stronger is better with this; the cocoa hints became cocoa statements at 5 minutes +. One more cup’s worth before the pouch is empty. Hope I do that one properly.
Be amazed: we did a frivolous and delicious autumn run to NW Arkansas yesterday (primarily Eureka Springs for those of you familiar with the geography), stopped at Savoy on the way home, and I restrained myself to two small packets of tea. This was one of ’em, because I know of no other source for a similar orangey, almondy, cookie-y green tea. This is gooood!
I associate green tea with focus and clarity; need lots. The closest I come these days to algebra and geometry is figuring out the composition of a teacher resource pack: you get X units of Y kind of paper (three different weights) and you have to leave Z units unbespoken for required items, so what’s left is like trying to fit 9 shoes in 4 shoeboxes without the lid coming off….oh, my hurtin’ head….
Brrr! First cold snap. We tried to tough it out and forego turning the heat on last night; hubby woke up with a cold looking at he’d been hit by a truck, and my joints were screamingly painful. So WARM trumped any other tea quality this morning.
This is a decent morning cup that takes absentminded steeping well. Smooth, not sharp.
Posted an hour ago on FB, sharing here for your amusement:
Career tip: I strongly advise against taking up cat juggling, particularly after the age of 40. You’ll likely end up sitting woefully balancing a bag of frozen chicken noodles on your sprained foot and picking sawdust out of your backside.
I’ll leave the highly unglamorous details to your imagination. A tango it wasn’t.
Pride is bruised as much as the tootsie. I needed something sweet to make it all better. Cocoa with orange, bag in.
So what were you doing 28 years ago today? We had just washed the Just Married shoe polish off the Buick, jettisoned a few balloons and streamers along Highway 54 and eaten our first meal as a married couple: chili dogs at the Sonic in El Dorado Springs, Missouri.
Our anniversary lunch today was a trifle classier (Italian at Johnny Carino’s), but other than that it’s been a decadently lazy day puttering at home, ironing, and watching a DVD of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel nabbed cheap at Dollar General. Part of developing a lifetime relationship is learning to love being companionably boring together.
Heavy lunch needed a nice, light counterpart. This is. A sweet melange of fruitiness. Raspberry really needs equal time in the title, but Pomegranate Grape Raspberry Green is a little long—you can only fit so much on a label.
Savoy, our wonderful little regional (wish I could say local, but it’s 70 miles) tea shop does flavored green teas really well.
This one is right up to the mark: a well-rounded blend of several fruits (I’m getting lots of raspberry in this particular cup). Smells wonderful, both dry and steeped. Drinking my inaugural cup according to prep directions, but thinking the next round needs to be chilled.
Cheating is such an ugly word, so let’s just say we caught Savoy in an act of creative relabeling. You know how when you shuffle the basket of half-packets just so, sometimes one bubbles up to the top you haven’t seen for a while? And when it bubbles right next to the one labeled “Misty Morning” and you notice the ingredient lists are identical, well…
Not that it’s an issue with something this tasty. Orange, almond, peppercorns, a little sweet vanilla flavoring. It’s all good, no matter what’s on the package.
I have really been digging this one—light, almost citrusy green flavor with the kick of a good British breakfast tea.
The only downside is the steep time—just two minutes. Which means it can’t be left unattended while one schleps around the house in morning routine mode. Funny how something that piddly can make your groove un-groovy.
All the same, I want more next time I’m at Savoy; I’ll just save it for the mornings when the minutes don’t matter as much.
More than really needed for one cup, but not enough for two…aw, heck, let’s just throw it all in and see what happens.
Figured an attitude like that would get me a bitter cup of citrus flavored mud, but with a 4 minute steep, we’ve got a nice dark toasty oolong with pleasant “show me your citrus peels” flavor. Sheldon would approve, even if it isn’t tangerine.
Which is worse: a week with no time to drink tea, or a week so nuts you’ve been drinking it all along and failed to enjoy it? It’s falling somewhat toward the latter here.
So, in keeping with the “brainless” theme, picked a morning cuppa that apparently needs no thought whatsoever. This is good, but awfully mild for an Irish breakfast; just a half-tone shy of a Ceylon, a trifle less sharp than that. Takes long steeps with no problem; I may have to double up on leaf and time and see what happens with the rest of the packet.
The name of this one conjures up images of neither mist nor meadow. I don’t think any of the ingredients even grow in a meadow, unless it’s a safflower, maybe.
Vocabulary and imagery differences aside, this is still mightily tasty. Orange and almond sweetness; not a tart nor a pucker to be found. (I splurged and made sure a dried orange slice made it into my measuring spoon tonight. Hey, it’s been a rough week. I needed a little perk.)