1693 Tasting Notes
This has got to be one of the most oft-reviewed teas ever, so all I’ll say is that I’m glad to have some back under my roof. First time I’ve tried it in sachet form; the tin smelled just like a cookie jar. Don’t get too cocky and leave the bag in indefinitely; there is a point where it starts getting snitty on you.
Husband picked this up at Target (they’re developing an interesting little tea repertoire locally) with iced tea in mind. I left the bag far, far longer than the recommended 3 minutes, so this morning’s cup had a sharpish bite. All the same, it was drinkable and somewhat Assam-ish in personality. Will pay better attention next time.
How much am I liking this tea? Enough to perform some mighty funky aerobatics saving the cup while at the same time jumping from the patio glider to dodge a yellow jacket who evidently liked the scent as well as I do. I refuse to be imprisoned in my own home by critter-bugs!
The nutty component (as opposed to the nutty composer of this note) is a perfect balance to the fruit flavors.
Hoping that the 75% off was just a lucky break when I ordered; not a sign that it’s doomed to be pulled from rotation.
This was a sample tucked into a Teavana order. Smells so good dry you just want to chew on it. I have had, and liked, Blueberry Bliss on its own—sweet, not tart. The pineapple-pop adds one extra layer of sweetness that sticks to your tongue. If the weather holds, I’ ll likely have the rest of the sample chilled. This will hold up well.
I’ve finally found a way to live with this. (That doesn’t sound very flattering, does it? Sorry, C.S.) One bag True Blueberry to two bags of good ol’ Red Rose in a mason jar in the fridge overnight. Goodbye, hibiscus tartness; hi, there, blueberry.
Besides, my need for tea quality diminishes exponentially with each thermometer degree over 90. It’s 101. Cold. That’s all I ask for. Just cold.
Have any of you tried pineapple mint? It’s the prettiest one growing by the back door; ruffly green leaves with creamy white edges. But I still can’t decide what it really tastes like. Stuffed a jar full in the fridge with one decaf Red Rose bag to make it tea-y, left it overnight. It’s gentle and satisfying, but I can’t determine if it’s “pineapple” or “unclassified somewhat citrusy” mint. Ah well, it was lovely to come home to a gentle, quiet cup of anything after a mind-blowingly plate-juggling workday.
Last morning for a slow and thoughtful cuppa for a while. Back to the Work Inferno tomorrow. :( So I broke into a new packet to be thoughtful over.
At a slightly longer than recommended steep (closer to 4 minutes than 3), the color was light enough I had pretty low expectations for a breakfast tea. Pleased to be wrong…this has a surprisingly rich flavor. Rye bread with brown sugar and molasses. One of those “wow—where’d half the cup go already?” surprises.
(Also a penny-pinching plus; this is one of Teavana’s less expensive items. I picked it just to make a gift card come out even.)
Too many cookies and student helpers that sneak me chocolate when I can’t leave my little charges. (I pick ‘em well!) Plus, hubby taking advantages of my afternoons off for ice cream dates. Who am I to refuse? But I’m starting to feel the effects of sugar bloat, so I’ve made myself a little calendula-orange mint after-dinner steep. Orange mint is pretty mild, but does add a little freshness to the calendula. This would probably be more refreshing chilled.
Chasing nine-year-olds up and down multiple flights of stairs on a church campus nearly two blocks long can wear on a body…so my body pflumped down in a chair with a cup of gentle, modestly grainy, faintly sweet Silver Needle and reveled in the quietness. I’m still not a white tea devotee, but this has enough personality I don’t feel like I’m drinking plain kettle water.
I bet I’m the only VBS teacher you know who was reprimanded for cheating during rec time. Object of the game was to throw foam balls, soft Frisbees, and other safe projectiles into the other team’s side; “cleanest” side when Miss Sammye yells “Freeze!” wins the game. We were playing kids vs. teachers, and I decided to strategize. Rather than run around fetching debris, I suggested that we play smart—simply gather the goods when they came our way, fail to throw it back, then dump it over the opposing line at the last minute. Brilliance. My timing was a little off, though—I unloaded on the “eeze” of freeze. (I am unrepentant. It was a blast.)