1850 Tasting Notes
Long Sunday and I am worn out. Kid wrangling in the morning followed by a run to the nursing home to check on Mom followed by a run to the farm to do some running/fetching/carrying for tired and arthritic Dad. (Fun side note—Mom’s nursing home gets therapy miniature ponies. They bring ’em to the rooms like dogs!)
Couple all that with a really poorly-thought-out speed lunch at Long John Silver’s…ugh…I need tonickin’. So I steeped a strong infusion of chickweed and stirred in a spoonful of Pappy’s sassafras concentrate. The sassafras is a good mask for the chickweed—its pretty barky flavored, and between the two compounds, I am good for stomach ailments, arthritis, high blood pressure, and scurvy.
I’ve already enjoyed this a couple of times thanks to Terriharplady, but can’t find where I’ve noted exactly how much I’ve enjoyed it. Could it be because there’s a cat sitting on my hands that makes it a little difficult to type? (Yes, he’s still sleeping outside…breakfast date.)
The Verdant description for this one is caramels melting on your tongue. Perfect characterization. Big and rich taste. This morning, added a little half-and-half, which doesn’t hurt, but it’s already creamy enough on its own.
As with most sipdowns, there’s just one pinch more leaf than you really need for a full cup, but you dump it in anyway…in doing so, the mineral background referred to in the tea description really stands out. I keep thinking it tastes a little like a silver spoon.
Enjoying it with my feet up for an after-dinner gloat. Actually made a plausible facsimile of restaurant Chicken Balsamico without trashing the kitchen or sustaining major grease burns. Score (a rare) one for the kitchen incompetent. http://www.carinos.com/chefsblog/post/2009/09/24/Chicken-Balsamico-Carinos-Recipes-for-the-Home-Cook.aspx
The premium, gold-standard, best-ever unflavored decaf black tea has not yet made its way over my threshhold, but this is a giant step toward it! My thanks to Single Origin Teas for a sample of a really nice Ceylon that hasn’t completely lost its mojo in the decaffeinating process.
Got sidetracked and didn’t time it real carefully—I think about four minutes. What you get instead of brown water is a pleasant, almost fruity flavor that makes me think a little of cloves and molasses and dark cherry wood.
Well worth the try if you’re looking for something decaf that still has some personality left in it.
Flip through the reviews for this one…it is a kaleidoscope tea. Changes with every tasting and with every taster. Allspice. Cloves. Honey. Mushrooms. Sweet grass. Shoelaces. (No, not really.)
And who’s to say any of those descriptors are wrong?
Today my descriptor is “sunlight through gold maple leaves at 58 degrees.” It tastes like that. Really.
(Thanks again to Terriharplady for the sample, which is gratefully sipped down.)
First, thanks to Single Origin Teas for the sample. They’re in Dallas. Texas tea. (Cue banjo…) (Sorry, couldn’t resist.) (Also tamping down the Princess Leia voice in my head saying, Help me, OP1!)
This is bright, brassy, perky, happy tea. Warmth in its overall personality. A little sweetness at the end of each sip. It’s understandable that the Single Origin description says this would welcome chai spices. Bet it would be pleasant iced, too.
Jury’s still out on the strength of the caffeine clout; first cup makes me lean toward a judgment call of “afternoon tea,” but it’ll be a pleasant afternoon if you spend it with a cheerful cup of this tea. You’ll like it. Trust me.
This is so ubiquitously available in other parts of the world, I have felt a need to try it just so I can say I did. Thanks to Spencer, I have now been initiated.
And pleasantly so. Gave it a good long Monday morning I-don’t-wanna-deal-with-the-world steep. Side by side with a bag of Lipton, I’d say it’s a bit smoother, a scootch less acidic. Tried this cup straight up, but a little milk would be a nice accompaniment.
Though it isn’t easy to find in this part of the Midwest, it gets a vote here for “good pantry tea.” Hope yours is stocked well.
I am far too impressionable. I lit a French Baguette candle, started working on Thanksgiving cards, which prominently feature pie; son walked in and said “Pushing Daisies!” So here I am marathoning several episodes instead of tidying my messy craft table.
Speaking of impressionable, if you saw a lovely bulk jar of pu-erh at your favorite local indie herb and tea shop for fifty cents an ounce, wouldn’t you bring home two ounces simply on the merit of cheap-itude alone? (And if you wouldn’t, don’t judge.)
Return on investment: excellent. Big, thick leaves; leans to the sweet-earthy spectrum instead of the minerally-cave water wavelength, although there’s a little mineral in the background. I’m seeing a few tossed-in cocoa nibs next cuppa.