1687 Tasting Notes
As a lover of teas that whop you upside the head, I probably miss all the lovely subtlety that many of you pick up when you drink delicate stuff.
So there may be something really notable about this that I have breezed right by, even after half a box of the little sachets. It is fun to steep—the color is definitely pinky. And there’s no bitterness or vegetable taste if you steep properly. It is not assertive in the least, which makes it an OK evening tea.
Surprise—a fraction of a pouch had lodged itself in the bottom of my bits n’ pieces basket. This particular sample is elderly, but hasn’t lost its gentle vanilla sweetness, even on a second steep. Reminds me of one of those little crisp tea cookies. A good Adagio.
At any rate, it’s keeping me warm on what is still a coolish afternoon—upper 50’s and cloudy. But I promised Tazo a cuddle and a pet in the patio glider and he is very purr-sistent when I don’t pay up. You can hear a very cold crowd cheering at the school ball field a couple blocks away.
Tazo Calm + Shang Tea Chrysanthemum = sweet little bouquet to assure me that it IS spring. Really.
The chrysanthemum is thick and silky; the goodies in the Tazo sweeten it a bit; the fresh planty-ness of the chrysanthemum overcomes the annoying sweetness of the licorice. Warm cuppa in my hand; warm laptop on my shivering legs. Everybody’s getting along.
Today’s tin was orange in honor of the orange-cranberry bread currently in the oven. (I am soon going to run out of things to bake to keep the kitchen warm!) Since it’s a cheapie, tossed two bags in my oversized mug, and instead of strengthening the orange as hoped, it made the cheap green tea base bitter. A little squooze of honey resolved that.
Not my favorite out of the batch, but again, I think it will be a good cheapster Steepster iced IF the weather ever gets warm.
Second morning in a row. Big ol’ snowflakes (MAY 4!!) the size of your thumb falling in lazy 3-D on my recently mowed lawn.
We survived the night with space heaters and long johns, baked cinnamon Grands for breakfast, and put on the kettle.
This strong breakfast blend will knock the ice off your ears and probably unclog your drain, too, as stout as I steeped it this morning. With a little milk to take the edge off, it has a dark rye or pumpernickel feel to it.
Last thing I need is more caffeine to make me more cranky and jittery than I already am, but it’s COLD. SNOW IN MAY IN SOUTH MISSOURI. And the blower motor on the central heat/AC chose last night to quit working.
So this works. Heavier on the ginger than the lemon. I still don’t think it tastes much like a cookie, but it’s still a favorite. Too bad it’s just a seasonal.
Informal inventory of my decaf stuff reveals I’m way overstocked on rooibos/chocolate and rooibos/vanilla blends. Not a problem; drinking up the inequity will hurt no feelings here.
This particular blend smells luscious. (Yankee Candle, are you listening?) Thick, rich chocolate orange. Double up on the teaspoons, drop in a few extra cocoa nibs, walk away for 10 minutes…dessert!
Several of you have made mention in various posts about the Tin of Tea that Never Goes Away
- by some mystical multiplication means, there’s always just enough for one more cuppa.
That’s Tower of London at my house. But in this case, I am grateful for the Never Goes Away properties. It’s so fruity and luscious and stands up to absentminded morning preparation it is welcome here for a long, long time.