1958 Tasting Notes
This came with two other Mountain Rose tea samples from ashmanra with a beautiful springy, yellow card. I set the card and packets out on the kitchen table to enjoy and I nearly had to to wrestle the tea packets away from Tazo. He was on the table (which he never is) sniffing and pawing away at them! Not sure which of the three teas made him so excitable, but I wasn’t about to experiment further, or I would have none for myself!
Never had a tisane with oak bark in it. Not one I’d pick to drink for pleasure, necessarily, but the spices and licorice made it passable.
Medicinal value on this one—jury’s still out. It takes a hammer over the head to knock me out. I don’t think “hammer” was in the ingredient list, so I wasn’t deeply unconscious all night. That’s OK—I have two more blends to try!
This is not the Holy Grail of cherry teas—that would taste like pie made from the cherries in the tree I used to sit in to read when I was nine. There was a v-shaped branch just the size for my skinny little backside and some limbs that could hold my transistor radio and an extra copy of Trixie Belden.
However, this is a good cherry tea. Bagged, no less. Not chemically-syrupy; not so tart it makes your eyeballs sweat; just pleasantly (and not too artificially) tasting cherry.
I don’t think TeaSource carries this any more. I am about to admit defeat. I think I have yet—in recent memory; this bag has been around a long time—to steep a cup at any time and temp that results in anything but bitterness. I just want it to work so badly—-it’s an Kopili Assam, which I love in black form. I hate not liking a tea!
I wouldn’t know a chestnut if I tripped over one like a banana peel. So my nose didn’t know what to look for when I opened this little sample from Single Origin Teas. My first thought was that I was sniffing chai spice.
Steeped, however, this takes on a whole ‘nother personality—a congenial one! It reminds me of a really, really good oolong (the vendor description confirms that I’m not making that up!) with brown sugar sweetness and that unfamiliar “something” that must be the chestnutty goodness. Leaves your lips and tongue sweet after each sip—like little sugar kisses.
My packet of this silky and elegant oolong with caramel overtones has lasted forever, simply because I refuse to drink it when I am busy, rushed, or distracted. I am perpetually busy, rushed, or distracted—mostly the latter!
Took a “snow day” vacation at home to work on overdue writing assignment and soon-to-be-due writing self-employment bookkeeping (blech). This, plus lemon jelly sandwich cookies, is sweetening an otherwise unpleasant task.
There are days—-most of you have been having them lately, too—-when refinement and subtlety and tenderly monitored steep times just don’t matter. And you get so tired and chilled that the first warm liquid hitting your dry throat and empty stomach is liquid ambrosia, brand notwithstanding.
One little bag of Red Rose did that on a beastly cold afternoon with office doors swinging open while they moved equipment in and out. I wouldn’t have preferred any other tea in the world at that moment.