1481 Tasting Notes
Hubby brought this home just as a Thoughtful Thing. He noticed the apple scent as it steeped before I did. It does have noticeable hints of Golden Delicious apples. Not unpleasant by any means, but I think it could be a little apple-ier.
A bottom-of-the-basket surprise I had forgotten about; Darjeelings get short shrift at my house.
This Darjeeling/Yunnan combo is smooth with a little “pep” from the Yunnan, with a creamy, carmelly personality. Really nice, especially when you keep an eye on time and temp. (Lightish on both.)
The fact that I giggle at the tea lump and think of elephant dung every time I open the packet probably means I’m not mature enough to drink this!
Shaved off what I thought looked like 3 cups’ worth this morning and gave it a cautious 2 1/2 minute steep. It does not taste the spare part of an elephant. Sweet and a little earthy. Pretty pleasant. I’ll give it two trunks up.
Sticking to my comfy-is-best mentality this morning. Decent inexpensive “classic” Assam, little milk, no brains needed. Good choice for a pantry staple if you’re stocking up for a long weary winter.
This was just one of those weeks when you come home from work so raw and weary anything that requires conscious thought becomes painful. Including having to think about what to drink. So I am grateful that my stash is still full of old comfies like this one.
Used my last little flash of remaining braincells (no more spark than a 4th of July popper) to get slightly creative with a dash of cinnamon and some milk. Perfect. Just added to the comfy.
You know, there just aren’t enough places in the world you can go to have a good healthy primal scream. A moderate barbaric yawp, even. Work—-well, that’s out; that’s causing it. Home, nope. Somebody’s always taking a nap and would bite your head off. Back yard or on the evening constitutional around the neighborhood—wouldn’t advise it; might attract the attention of neighbors and local constabulary. (This burg is teeny. Doesn’t take much to make a stir.)
So there was nothing else to do for one set of jangled, teeth-gritten-down-to-the-nubs nerves except make a cup of tension-taming tulsi. And, needing gratuitious sugar, I got experimental and tossed in a bag of Celestial Seasonings Sugar Cookie Sleigh Ride. (Well, the two smelled nice together when I held the CS bag up to the tulsi jar.)
Steeped, not sensational, but the cup didn’t go down the drain, either. As always, the tulsi took a little of the battery acid out of the back of my neck.
I could still use a good safe shriek. (Maybe we should think about building an outdoor tornado shelter after all…)
I can’t remember which one of you fine folks mentioned mini marshmallows as a tea additive, but when my husband brought home a container of mini chocolate marshmallow bits, I decided to get a little adventurous.
This is a nice chocolatey-almondy rooibos on its own, so I reasoned it would welcome said marshmallow bits. It wasn’t bad, but there’s something a little, uh, sharpish about the rooibos flavor that doesn’t combine smoothly. Two separate flavors on your tongue instead of one lovely smooth chocolate mishmash. Does that make sense?
However, I shall persist to find my favorite marshmallow friendly tea. (Doesn’t that sound like a rotten task? Doggone it. More teas to taste. More marshmallows to chomp.)
Lovely damp and dreary afternoon. The leaves on the giant maple in the yard have fallen almost simultaneously (whoomph!) and it really does look like a yellow and tan shag carpet. Hard to keep my eyes off the window.
(My opinion of damp and dreary afternoons will shift radically come January and February.)
Knowing that I was likely to spend the entire afternoon with a cup in my hand, I figured I’d better steep something that wouldn’t caffeinate me into agitated insomnia tonight, so I picked this nice go-to dragonwell. Boston Tea does everything properly and elegantly. This is gentle, lovely to look at (huge leaves), not too vegetable-y. Steeped beautifully a second time.
There. That’s better. Two cup pot, 1 bag with a teaspoon of plain Lover’s Leap Ceylon. Little milk. Now I can taste the pumpkin, not just the sweet.
Enjoying it with a picture-window view of my front yard (courtesy of a very gusty wind) that is now lushly carpeted with gold and tan leaves. By the time we get back from church, we expect a 30-degree temperature drop. Looks like a lovely tea day.
This is a nice, gentle, bagged rooibos. Not too tart; leans more to the cranberry side. Just a little hint of orange. Was perfect with a slice of lemon poppyseed bread and a Saturday night bluegrass gospel fix with the wind rustling the leaves outside.