1933 Tasting Notes
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.
This is a warm, sweet, gentle white tea that hints of mint. Just what I need at this moment as I gather my thoughts and begin the process of saying goodbye to my mom. She went Home for Christmas this afternoon. She is well and whole now, and if earthly life is any indication, chattering a mile a minute with the dear ones that have been waiting for her to arrive. Prayers appreciated for my family as we adjust to her absence.
Ice and other natural disasters making simple tea a necessity right now. Power out 12 hours + on Saturday (on), branch bounced off roof, cutting a 3" chunk out of the roof as it went (patched). Internet still out; customer service people in Arizona who have no idea what an ice storm is (borrowing nursing home wifi).
Ready for a little peace in my patch of the earth. May there be great peace in yours.
An appropriate sipdown after a damp, raw, wind-cutting-right-through-your-jeans afternoon running the last gift shopping errands. Was hunting for a classic children’s book for a friend who’s a new granddad (in other words, a package full of bonding time). But mercy—which one? One Fish, Two Fish? Goodnight Moon? Little Critter? The Runaway Bunny? A Fly Went By? Between overthinking a simple purchase and wistful nostalgia for a cuddly toddler to read aloud to, I’m now mentally and emotionally wrung dry :)
Savoy still carries this…a black tea counterpart to CS Candy Cane Lane. Even though I was down to the dregs of the packet, there’s still plenty of vanilla-minty goodness for one last cup.