1954 Tasting Notes
I really, really, really want to like Earl Grey because so many of you out there have such lovely EG experiences. (Hello, my name is __ and I am a people pleaser :) However, what happens most of the time is that I am enchanted by the lovely bergamot scent, then deeply disappointed that what I’m drinking tastes like floor cleaner.
So this is a landmark occasion—-I like this one! The bergamot tastes natural, not chemical, and isn’t so annoyingly cloying you can’t taste the black tea.
Nicely done, Numi.
I got distracted (doesn’t take much these days) and let this sit way, way too long. Fortunately, you can’t over-roo rooibos, so the only effect that was it was extra thickish and yogurty and milky. I always thought tiramisu had a little maple in it too, which isn’t present here, but it’s a nice sweet dessert tea.
Was tickled to find a bag that survived the tornado tin from my office … doesn’t look like it’s available any more.
Since my supply is dwindling, I didn’t want to ruin it, so was v-e-r-y cautious with time and temp (low on on both, so the green half didn’t go bitter) and it turned out just perfectly. A little sweet, a little fruity, a little vegetal—a nice little tripod of flavors.
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.