1800 Tasting Notes
I’m not sure I possess the adjectival vocabulary needed to pinpoint the differences between Jin Ping Gong Fu and Tao’s Tan Yang Gong Fu black teas: both are wonderful, scribbles! There’s a few days’ distance between my samplings of both, but the unsweet chocolate personality that made Tan Yang so tasty is stick-to-your-tongue sweet in this Jin Ping. Lip-licking sweet, but not artificial or cloying. I continue to be amazed at the spectrum of flavors that can be pulled out of simple black teas.
This sample from k s was welcome; as (wouldn’t you know it) I was awake hours too early on a Saturday morning—gentle rain on the roof is such an unnatural sound of late, it woke me. So I steeped this a little long and strong to get the bleary eyes open while watching a Veggie Tales kids’ show on one of the few analog channels left in our area. (Haven’t Veggied since my son was a little ‘un. They haven’t changed much.)
I’m seeing “peppery” in the reviews for this one; may be I was just too sleepy to notice that. My sleepy brain registered “starchy and crusty,” but in a good way, like rye bread toast crust.
What a week…you, too? Can’t decide if it’s more akin to the White Rabbit (“oh, my ears and whiskers I’mlateI’mlateI’mlate”) or just plain ol’ crazy March Hare. At any rate, I’m tired! Thus, stronger is better this morning. I’ve learned on this one, to steep it strong, don’t bother to taste for strength, and dump in some milk (almond today). I am at least temporarily fortified for the craziness ahead.
You know those teas you try and, although you can’t quite put your finger on what makes it so pleasant, you look down and there’s only dregs in your cup? This is one. My first pouchong. It is thick and velvety and juicy with maybe a little hay-toast-and-honey vibe. My thanks to k s for the treat.
When I received a packet of tea treats from*scribbles,* my first thought was, “No…I shall be noble and drink up the dribs and drabs that are already open.”
Yeah, that lasted about 30 seconds.
I like this one! The leaves are long and ribbony, first steep was as bright and coppery as a brand new penny, and plenty of lightly sweet malt and chocolate to think about. Second steep (western style; sorry, I’m a barbarian :) at twice the minutes was still tasty, just had to think a little harder.
This is on the lighter end of the wake-up scale; be sure you’ve had a decent night’s sleep if you drink it in the morning, but if you’re already somewhat awake, you’ll be sufficiently alert to enjoy its subtleties.
Garage thermometer peaked at 105, but officially it’s a cool and balmy 98 today. Summer has arrived about eight weeks late. So we’re in “anything-as-long-as-it-is-COLD” mode. As I am the owner of the last two boxes in local existence of these bags, I am budgeting them carefully, but this makes the best unsweetened, cold-steeped fridge tea in the world. Stuck a quart in the fridge to wet my whistle after a dusty drive to the farm. The weeds along the road to Dad’s house are white with a quarter-inch coating of road dust that looks like mocha frost.
Wish I’d tried the lemon and (hmm..was it?) black raspberry versions of this when the indie grocery was stocking it.
Still a little left in the experimental packet ashmanra sent a while back. Hoping for an antidote to fatigue brought on by a week of unrelenting heat and work stress. Maybe I’ll just go to sleep and wake up and it’ll be 55 degrees and crispy outside…
I’m liking the flavor a little better than I did the first time around. Definitely catching the lavender. Nice to try a nighttime tea that isn’t lemony or minty.
Pretty dire heat wave forecast for the next few days, so I test-steeped an experimental pint to see if this was as yummy chilled at is hot. Sun-tea’d outside for an hour or so, then chilled. The taste profile shifted a little. Warm, you get the pineapple and nuts first; cold, the first thing you notice is cinnamon, with the tropical treats bringing up the rear. Good either way, but I think warm wins.