1850 Tasting Notes
This was a little surprise in a small box of treats sent from a friend. I’ll have to ask her about its origin; whether it was a local purchase or a pass-along (she and I regift with no qualms whatsoever). No English on the box except company name and the awkwardly humorous description I transcribed for you.
I wasn’t expecting a lot. Surprise! This is mouth-wateringly pleasing. Big, flat, ragged leaves with the scent and taste of nutmeg and citrus. I’m going to enjoy this immensely.
Good morning. May your year be full of hope.
As I am blessed with the first unscheduled day in I don’t know how long, I thought a multi-steeper might be a good choice. I’m still highly inexpert at petrified clumpy tea, but I think I’m finally on the downside of the learning curve with this one. After a quick rinse and a short steep, it is mellow with little or no metallic/mineral undercurrents.
An orange bag from this set this afternoon to accompany some puttering and piddling; putting away bits and pieces from Mom’s … you know, those things that are not valuable to anyone but you: her red hat, her earring collection, a miniature (real) cast iron stove with tiny cauldrons and skillets…but no teakettle.
I’ll continue my “this isn’t bad for a gift set” rating for the entire series. Orange is mild in this one; pithy instead of tart. Further proof that one should not discount the value of bagged tea. It serves a valuable purpose.
Close to a sipdown on this one, but it has been a great occasional change-of-pace tea with apple-accurate flavor. Real peel, not Jolly Rancher. Because it requires a short-ish steep time, probably better for elevenses or afternoon instead of early morning, but it has a lovely refreshing personality.
Finally. Feet up with a lovely cup of cookie sweetness. But it’s “proper tea biscuit cookie” sweetness; not pastry-shop sweetness. The flavor balance tips toward almond. Oh—like those windmill-shaped cookies with the almond slices in them. Remember those? Grandma used to get ‘em. (My week has been filled with “Mom used to…” or "Grandma used to’s.")
Had the bagged version this morning: smooth, strong, pleasant, and not finicky. Quite welcome during these hectic days as we prepare for what my mom would have called her “homegoing.” Amazing, the number of bizarre and random errands that become necessary at a time like this. My Emily Dickinson is not letter perfect, so apologies; but she had it spot on:
The bustle in a house
the morning after death
is the solemnest activity
enacted upon earth.
The sweeping up the heart
and putting love away
we shall not want to use again
Another treasure from my Christmas tea chest. I’m at a loss to link this to a specific tea description or image because the Boston Tea website doesn’t specifically show it…although they have a Ginger/Peach/Apricot and a Bentley’s Ginger peach. Two brandings by the same supplier?
At any rate, it is gingery, peachy, and pleasant, leaning more to the peachy side. Boston Tea products are consistently good, whether bagged or loose.
This is the closest match on the Boston Tea website I could find—what I’m sipping this evening was a bagged version that came in a rich, dark-cherry tea chest from my sweet husband. (Despite circumstances, we managed to squeeze in a little Christmas today.)
The honey and chamomile outweigh the lemon in this combo, but it is gentle on a raw throat and a dull headache. And simple. Simple is good.