1951 Tasting Notes
Teabrat sweetly sent this succulent sample to savor (OK, enough alliteration) and it was (well, maybe just one more) superb.
I carefully stuck to low temp and short time and in return, got a sensory road trip down memory lane: I was responsible for helping pick and pit the cherries from my favorite reading tree. (What? You didn’t climb up to the first V-branch with a book you’d memorized because you’d read it so many times you could recite it?) Anyway, this tea tastes like what those fresh pitted cherries smelled like. Cherry perfection.
As advertised, this does have a strong fruity-nutty-woody vibe; wood in the scent, dark dried fruit and walnut in the flavor. Definitely strong enough for a sleepy morning, don’t think it’d be improved any with milk. (Tea courtesy of scribbles; ability to enjoy it outdoors before 8 a.m. courtesy of a break in the weather!)
It can be hard to choose the appropriate tea in April—where it is warm and cold, not in rapid succession, but simultaneously: sun bright and cheery enough to make you hold your face at a 45 degree angle, but wind that turns the ankles you foolishly decided to bare blue with chill.
Splitting the difference this morning with scraps of this tin—it’s a strong one (for the chill), but makes a light and pleasant breakfast with milk (for the warm). Good and filling if you forgot your Pop-Tart.
This packet looked lonely and needed a little love. Sencha with fruit and flowers, although I will contend that pineapple is a misnomer because it doesn’t come through as the primary flavor. A more appropriate island-y name? Hmmm…Island Blossom; Hawaiian Lei…? Something like that. There’s enough to hang on to until hot weather (will there ever be hot weather? Remind me of that in August) and try chilled. Bet it’s better that way.
3/4 straight-up unflavored honeybush; 1/4 orange spice black tea for a little zing and something to accompany the cranberry orange bread cooling in the kitchen and a little cat comedy: Tazo is rug surfing.
Rug surfing…you know, where you hunker down in the living room with your rear in the air pretending you’re a Puma, then you sprint as fast as your four legs will go until you hit the throw rug in the kitchen and slide all the way across the kitchen on it. Dare you to try it.
Oh, my achin’ shoulders…work concentration/tension all day with a healthy follow-up of crawling and digging in the flower bed…this cuppa is about all I can lift without screaming :) Lest you think I am a bona fide gardener, I am generally no more intrepid than marigolds and generally lose interest in them mid-summer. But that first spring afternoon it’s warm enough to paw around in the dirt is so satisfying!
What started out as a so-so Celestial seasonings for me is becoming a very comfortable stand-by. Best and most apple-y in a small cup or with doubled-up bags.