1867 Tasting Notes
Ahhh…it’s back under my roof. Basic black, milk-welcoming, cold-weather staple that it is. Four lovely bulk ounces, minus a really, really heaping teaspoon to boot myself out the door this morning.
With apologies to Robert Frost — this tea is lovely, dark, and deep. I’ve miles to go before I sleep. Glad I’ve got this one close to hand.
Made a huge pot this morning—needed something with a punch (on the label and otherwise) after a hard, hard Saturday. Left to himself in the fridge to chill, Thomas is, I believe, even a bit stouter than freshly brewed.
This afternoon I’m raising my mason jar in memory of a dear friend who loved tea, loved kids, loved to write, and loved her God. Jill, save me a place on your front porch in Heaven … we’ll have another cuppa together yet.
I’m glad the review for this one posted when it did … this is perfect for the change of seasons:
Just a personal quirk, but I don’t generally start putting milk in my tea until the weather turns, which it finally did this week.
Knew I’d need some bucking up today, so I made a really strong tumbler of this—deliberately oversteeped—then lightened it up with some half and half. Oh, yum! Coffee personality came out to play.
This is probably the prettiest tisane I’ve ever seen. Nice big, fluffy flower chunks.
It seemed a little mint heavy, but the floral combo behind it was a nice sensory experience. Still licking my lips to figure out what all was there, even after the cup was finished. My senses are dulled (heavy, heavy stress at work … fretting a bit about elder care issue after mom’s surgery) so it was nice to have something else to think about for a bit.