1823 Tasting Notes
Reacquainting myself with this Very Decent unflavored decaf. My notes from last winter mentioned molasses as a general flavor profile. Even after a long spring and summer of so-so storage, it’s still good, strong, and mole-y.
I may spend the rest of the life seeking out a Gee-I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-Irish-Breakfast plain decaffeinated, but at this point, I haven’t found one that’s better.
Yay! It’s in! Have been trolling for weeks at local sources; hubby found a box at Target today. My first thought, which thankfully didn’t make it out of my mouth, was, “Aw, why didn’t you get two?” Bag in, just sweet without being too sweet. I’d go get another cup, but Tazo has curled up and dug his cold nose under my arm, which is a sign that he is not going to get up willingly for a while.
Some of you inspired me to start thinning out long-past-due tea from the nether regions of my shelves…and in doing so, found two more tired teaspoons of this lovely tea for some farewell cuppas. It’s lost some of of its butterscotch sweetness, but still smells lovely. Tea Gswendner (or however you spell it) still lists it on the website, but it’s marked out of stock. Very nice for an afternoon laze.
Have I reviewed this yet? Oh, well, these days I have difficulty remembering reviews, conversations about movies that took place less than 24 hours ago, and my cat’s name… (You younglings just wait. It will happen to you, too.)
(post-posting edit; yeah, I reviewed it and forgot that too!)
I prefer oolongs that cover the roasty spectrum rather than the floral, and this hits the mark. I’ve never had a roasted peach, but if I did, Shui Xan would taste like it, with some golden raisins and rye melba toast in the mix.
Unexpected 1 a.m. illness prior to a 6 a.m. flight caused me to cancel travel plans a couple days ago, so I’ve been muddling through a writers’ conference by phone. The upside: participation in jammies, sleeping in my own bed, and plenty of good tea as long as I can make it quietly and one-handed while coddling my cel in the other.
Ginger Peach was the afternoon brew; fit the bill perfectly, although the bag is one of those funny ones where you have to pull out the tag to elongate the string (had to do that with my teeth). The ginger has a nice warming bite to it and the peach isn’t perfumey or artificial.
I am trying to justify a run to Arkansas soon to snag more of this while it’s in season. Green tea and maple isn’t a combination I would have though of on my own, but it’s perfect. A little sweetening is built into the dry mix (I still haven’t had the packet in hand when the laptop is handy to pop in the ingredients), but it isn’t cloying.
Perfect for a warmish coolish afternoon while resting my feet after a wonderful browse in a flea market/antique mall that just kept going and going and going and going…we’re on the hunt for a few vintage blue glass medicine and apothecary bottles for the newly updated bathroom. Lost count of the times I caught my breath and said, “Oh! I remember those!” or “Grandma had one just like that…” They even had old Sears print catalogs from the 70’s and 80’s. Forget Amazon. You haven’t lived until you’ve spent an evening poring over every page of a 900-page catalog.
OK, scribbles, this was worth it, if for nothing else, to watch my husband’s face when I stuck the cup under his nose. (Ewwww! Smells like feet!)
It does not taste like feet.
The rice scent is strong with this one, padawan. I’m not catching the usual pu-erh earthiness, just savory starchiness. For a breakfast tea, maybe not; for an accompaniment to stir fry or pad thai, fine and fitting.
I wonder if second steep would cooperate with a little sweetener…