1623 Tasting Notes
This is one of the prettiest loose black teas I think I’ve ever seen. All the goodies look like confetti. And the scent…mmmmmm!
It steeps into a coppery-colored cup of sweet citrus flavor. Lots and lots of orange; yep, there’s the lemongrass; the eucalyptus in this particular cup is faint, if existent. But I’ll blame that on small-sample ingredient inequity.
Anyway, this is fresh, tasty, citrusy, and a little celebratory, and I’m grateful to Steep City for the taste!
Top o’ the mornin’ to you. (yawn) We had hail in the wee hours and it sounded like a million leprechauns were clogging on my roof.
This was the first Assam I could lay my bleary eyes on, and I’m glad I did. Loving its texture—not too heavy, not too thin. Loving its flavor, which is still prompting me to use adjectives like bright and fruity (which I usually associate with Ceylon teas). Looking forward to a second steep this afternoon.
Giving this an opportunity to prove its calming and anxiety busting properties. Flavor is growing on me. Sort of like a sharper and sterner version of chamomile.
I am a hairball of anxiety this evening. Cancer found in my mom’s routine x-ray; moving into lungs and liver. Looks like an additional round of bureaucratic warfare is looming to prove that we paid to have our post-tornado ruins privately bulldozed and that we don’t owe the city for (not) doing it. Just when I think we can finally put all that behind us…
My mom (82) is facing the news wonderfully: “I know how it ends,” she says. My God has promised to provide for my needs and I believe that includes whatever it takes to slog through another tornado-related worry. Now if I could just get the Not Knowing Monster to remove his fangs from the back of my neck…
If this is as calm-producing as purported, I may have to buy it and tulsi by the bushel for the months ahead.
(P.S. Speaking of needs provided for in wacky and wonderful ways…a neighborhood stray cat, black with a few streetwise scuff marks, wandered into my yard for a cuddle earlier this week and has extended his hangout. Climbed into my lap and did that paw-paw thing that lowered my blood pressure 10 points. I haven’t broken down and bought a bag of Fancy Feast yet, but a friendship may be developing.)
Almost like candy for breakfast. Nothing new to say about it after half a dozen tasting notes; caramelly, lemony. Only for mornings when there’s time to enjoy it. Because of where I buy it, when I drink it, I have strong sensory connections of leisurely days in the days of the Ozarks. I am in deep need of a strong dose of “somewhere else.”
This is definitely an herbal blend for chai lovers—lots of the same ingredients, leading loudly with cardamom. I’m catching the orange and ginger, and the chamomile is visibly present in the dry blend, but it’s overpowered by the spices.
A really creative change of pace from typical nighttime chamomile blends. Thanks, Steep City, for the chance to try it!
First, thanks to Teajo Teas. I needed a little cheer-up after this week, and the little padded sample mailer made my day.
First whiff out of the open packet reminded me a little of fruity chewing gum. (Peer pressure, based on other reviews, said it should have smelled like malt and hay.)
Regardless, it steeps up into a red-brown, fruity (yay…somebody else said raisiny; I’m not crazy!) cuppa. A little gentler than my usual boot-yer-backside-out-the-door breakfast preference. And I’m thinking it will be refreshing if the sample holds out long enough for me to try a cup chilled!
There are not adjectives powerful enough to describe how I loathe springing forward. Sorry, DST lovers. My poor circadian rhythms are in a tailspin.
Nothing’ll do but tea-based caffeine at its stoutest until I actually see daylight in the morning again. So this may be in the frequent-drinker lineup for a while. When you dole out the leaves judiciously, it has a little coppery-fruity foretaste. As it sits, it just builds more muscle. Muscle I need to drag me through the day, I think.