1789 Tasting Notes
After a luscious, quiet, obligation-free weekend, I knew it was going to be a tough out-the-door this morning. So I deliberately laid out a “something different” that would dull the yuckies a little.
Wow, is this a something different! Lighter in color than you’d expect in an assam, a sweet mowed grain scent, and a flavor that I would’ve sworn was toasted marshmallow (I’m not that far off; I’m seeing “sweet potato” in some other reviews). As far as strength and kick, I think it’s more of a mid-late-morning-ish-elevensies potency, but that is not a commentary on its sweet excellence.
Thanks, terriharplady, for giving my sluggish brain and attitude a pleasant jumpstart this morning.
Monday holiday breakfast at Denny’s. Took this one because it steeps pretty well in questionable water temps. Good chocolate-orange and I think it does have a decent perk-up kick.
(And man, do I need to focus! Ever try to write directions for teaching kids a barn dance two-step when you could demonstrate it in three seconds?)
Nothing but iced the rest of the day—carport thermometer registering at 102. It exaggerates a bit due to its placement, but hot is hot. Summer trying to burn itself out before September gets here.
At any rate, this one runs a little too mild for my breakfast preferences, but is a great cold steeper. Only a bit of sharpness.
Writing children’s activities with a farm theme. (ashmanra, you’re my muse. Lots of chicken and egg games. :) Sad to think that we’re raising a crop of kids who don’t know the pleasant smell of fresh hay, who’ve actually plucked a tomato bug off the vine, or hung out at the livestock barn at the county fair.
Savoy, our wonderful little regional (wish I could say local, but it’s 70 miles) tea shop does flavored green teas really well.
This one is right up to the mark: a well-rounded blend of several fruits (I’m getting lots of raspberry in this particular cup). Smells wonderful, both dry and steeped. Drinking my inaugural cup according to prep directions, but thinking the next round needs to be chilled.
It’s not often, here anyway, that the first semi-conscious thought that follows “I have got to change the stupid radio station on the alarm clock! I can’t stand those guys.” is “Oooh. Need Darjeeling.”
But it was this morning, and this was the DJ of choice. Even with an aged and none-too-carefully stored swappy bag, this is still rich and grape-juicy.