1942 Tasting Notes
This one behaves more like an Assam than a Ceylon. Lots of rye and raisin personality. Very tasty on a Very Cold, Rainy and Blustery Morning. Rabbit would suggest having a second cuppa instead of going outside. Pooh would ask for a Very Small Sploosh of Honey with it. Eeyore would insist we should all just go back to Bed.
Simple is best some days. This is. It isn’t stellar, there aren’t rocketships and moonbeams dancing on my tastebuds, I can’t pick out any distinguishing flavors, but it’s just good, dependable, hot leaf juice. Though I love my teas that cause me to pause and ponder, one doesn’t always need tea that requires deep thought.
If one must spend the afternoon delving into the abyss of federal retiree beauracracy to make health insurance adjustments, one can at least do so in comfort in the backyard glider (ahhh!) with a cup of excellent tea, courtesy again of scribbles, to enjoy.
It always makes me chuckle, the variance of descriptors a single tea can get; proof positive is that nothing you write in a review is wrong—it’s all in your head :) The formal writeup of this one refers to honey, orchids, sandalwood, melon—-these taste buds are picking up sweet, flat, ginger ale with a taste that clings to your tongue after you swallow. The monster-sized leaves smell flowerish, both wet and dry. And as a lover of black teas that graciously take stewing and neglect, I didn’t know what to think of the 2-5 second steep requirement…that’s barely enough to dampen the leaves. However, I tried it (well, it was more like 15 seconds) and got a surprising amount of deep, rich, flavor.
Now, off to send an email into the great Office of Personnel Management Black Hole…
Second experience with this one confirms that it stays on the light side of the Assam spectrum—but as weather attempts to mellow out some, I tend to gravitate that direction with morning teas anyway.
Been one of those weeks where I’ve had to gulp without tasting, so a slow-down cup this morning before long day of elder care errands is very welcome. Thanks again to scribbles!
(This has been a good occasional sipper, but I keep forgetting I have it. Surely this does not happen to you.) How does one revive a tea that’s well past its third birthday? Well, accidentally steeping it for 20 minutes definitely ensures its potency… but with a little milk, it’s still got a bit of jig to it—the mint is still smooth and mild, like wedding butter mints.