1788 Tasting Notes
There’s a Shel Silverstein poem, “Jellyfish Stew,” I used to read to my son. Substitute Fugian Congou for jellyfish stew, and it fits: Oh, Fujian Congou, I’m loony for you, I truly adore you; I love you, I do..
Well, except when you get to the “tastes like glue” and “slimy with goo” parts.
Bitter and sweet, smooth, can’t ruin it even on a Monday morning; even one punctuated with bad poetry references.
One of those days that can’t make up its mind: a little bluster, a little sun, a fair amount of raw wind that makes it rain yellow leaves in the backyard. Calls for an afternoon tea that’s savory, not sweet.
This is a (my bad) neglected little sampling of thin green tea needles with toasted rice popcorn in it. The grain scent makes me want to find a hay barn to spend the rest of the day in. More toasted rice flavor than greenness, but that proportion is perfect for the day and time.
Wish I knew more about this one; provided by a friend, purchased at an indie grocery called Mama Jean’s in Springfield MO.
Pu-erh was just made for fuzzy-flannel additive flavors like chocolate and coconut. Half a cup made me crave a plaid shirt instead of the striped one I’m wearing.
Letting it sit to cool only improved the flavor. Sweet coconut + moist earth with a little mineral scent. Non-pu people wouldn’t get how wonderful that is, but I know you do.
Bingo! Thoughtful Hubby stuck his Thoughtful Nose into The Other Store, The One That’s Expensive, and scored a box of this Rare and Gentle Treat. (Don’t ask me why I’m in a capitalization mood, Pooh; I’m a Steepster of Very Little Brain.)
Two bags are better than one, but one is just fine, left in the cup, with or without sugar. Apple and chamomile in a very even balance.