1959 Tasting Notes
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.
My initial review of this one mentioned its lightness and brightness, and we’ll stick with that, but if you leaf it a little heavier…the lights intensify to those nasty, wicked LED headlights that other drivers insist on shining in my eyes before they are entirely open on my morning commute.
(Leaf it. The rest of the world would scratch their heads at that verb, but I am secure that you know exactly what I am talking about. Think we need to compile a Steepster glossary?)