1720 Tasting Notes
Quiet. Deliciously quiet. No air conditioning needed. Neighborhood is shutting down for the evening. Nothing but crickets.
That has nothing to do with this tasty tea, but I wanted you to enjoy the stillness with me.
My packet is getting so old, I had to check to confirm this is still available from Boston Tea, which it is. It’s like Sunday morning sweet rolls. Not overly sugary, the almonds aren’t bitter, and smoooooth. Not for weekday mornings when you need booted awake, but slow weekend mornings on the back porch? Perfect.
After a fall false start a couple weeks ago and a week of “ha! it’s still summer,” I love the hints of autumn that were called to my attention on the morning trek to work: fog caught in the hedgerows with the sun shining above it, sumac bushes that have started turning persimmon and crimson colors, silhouette of a crane standing by a foggy pond…and the wonderful cedar and leather sensations caused by this really nice Yunnan. Hadn’t had it in a while; glad I saved some back for crisper weather.
There is currently a box of plain old Yorkshire Tea and a box of Yorkshire Gold Tea in my kitchen. I haven’t tried them nose-to-nose yet, but I had Gold yesterday and Plain Old today. Plain Old may be winning. I steeped both tumblers obnoxiously strong; Gold is sharper and pointier; Plain Old has more going on in the bass/baritone region. How’s that for mixed metaphors?
Both suitable for groggy Mondays and Monday reruns.
Have frittered away too much of the morning and I need to get to church before my kiddos do, so I’ll edit in the actual ingredients later. Generally, this is a green tea—looks like long sencha leaves—with nuts and maple brittle. It doesn’t seem sweet at first, but after several swallows, you have a smile on your face and waffles on your breath :) (Without the buttery, calorie-laden guilt.)
New tin, little almond milk. Good as dessert for a “simple pleasures” evening at home: kitchen that smells like bacon and the fresh carrot cake cooling on the counter; warming my feet on Tazo; good book at the ready once I get everybody else put to bed…ahhhh.
(Never noticed before: the tin recommends a 5 minute steep; 4 is about as far as I want to go without risking a bitter little bite; 3:30 even better.)
You know that first cold front of the fall season that sneaks in quietly overnight and you wake up and the temps have dropped and it feels like the whole world is going, “ahhhhhh, finally!” …that feeling? Yeah.
At any rate, a morning so pleasant deserves something better than the elderly dregs I’ve been grabbing on the way out the door. This English Breakfast is better. With a 3-minute steep, I’m getting a little sweetness in it. Carbs with just a drop of honey. My general opinion of Teavana has always been “more flash than substance,” but I’ll have to alter that judgment on their EB.