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I think this is a private label variety from another producer. Imagine liquid cinnamon red hots with a little orange zest thrown in, maybe a little clove. (Remember sticking cloves in oranges to make Christmastime room smell-goodies?) Between this and my Cinnabon scented candle, the house smells like I can actually cook!

Nice and sweet, brews up dark, but not sure I got “toffee” out of it…might have had I added a little 1/2 and 1/2. Smelled good, though.

Addendum: even after a much longer (lost track of time) steep, I’m still tasting tap water. Oh, well…I’m down to the dregs and that’ll be that.

Trying a sample shared by a co-worker. Normally, I am suspicious of anything with licorice root—-so sweet it makes my tongue feel fuzzy. However, this has a couple kinds of mint and some lemongrass in it to counteract the sticky taste. Three sips have not yet turned me into a mental giant; however, should that happen, you will be the first folks I notify.

Temp in the teens, zero wind chill, sky like iron, spitting snow … just need a little joy inside and out.

…at least I THINK that’s what I’m drinking. My work tea storage leaves a lot to be desired, and these unidentified bags were squooshed down in the bottom of the tin in a zip-lock baggie. Hey, it’s warm, and a little sweet—-any port in a storm; literally. Raining kittens and cold and damp and just above freezing.

No notes yet.

No notes yet.

Brewed a big batch in my Brown Betty teapot this morning; took longer to drink than the tea candle in my warmer stand, but still reheated nicely in the microwave without getting too strong or bitter. Good for a cloudy grungy day.

Taking medicinally for phlegm-digestion.

Very nice for a bagged version.

Has a beautiful orangey-gold color that looks really, really nice in Grandma’s rosebud teacups. Makes me feel quite elegant. It hasn’t lost its tang in the decaf process and steeps well more than once.

Very, VERY different—you definitely get the grain taste. Picked up some experimentally a couple summers ago and discovered I liked it iced better than hot. Supposed to have lots of health benefits, though I can’t remember any at the moment.

Grabbed it because I desperately needed decaf—just survived a ride to and from grandmother’s house with teenage driver at the wheel and my neck is in knots. Thinking I need something even de-caffer. Oh, well, it’s brewed already.

Something old, comfortable, and familiar to wake up to. Wouldn’t you know it, the one morning I could sleep in I ended up with a wicked case of insomnia…counting on good ol’ PG to fortify me for the day ahead. Happy Thanksgiving: may you run out of fingers and toes to count your blessings on.

Perfect Sunday afternoon tea; a bit of sweetness underneath; which also describes the movie I’m getting all misty over (Anna and the King).

Still working on my little 2 oz packet; I don’t not like it, but in retrospect, for what I paid for it, I had hoped it would make me go, “Oh, WOW!” instead of, “Oh….nice.”

I think this has been discontinued and replaced by Pumpkin Spice … tin is running low, but this just seems like the week to finish it.

Running late this a.m. so I dumped this in water and frumped around the house trying to get ready … I am convinced that you can’t ruin this tea, period. Two minutes, five minutes, it’s all good … dump in a little half and half and it’ll cover any steeping error.

A nice surprise..has more of a sweet, nutty taste that many gunpowder teas. Smooth and not sharp.

Phooey. Rationing because I’m down to the last few bags in the box, and oversteeped. Drinking it anyway on general principles. (Still smells nice.)

Cold, wet, rainy, and mopey….feeling low enough I really could’ve used a cup of coffee (sorry, sacrilege!) but a cup buzzes me clear to the ceiling these days. So this is a fair substitute with a little half-and-half. The chicory has a nice chocolately sort of feel.

Spent the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon writing hard in a room with no windows…emerged hoping for a shot of real light (I am convinced that I run on solar batteries), and discovered….blecccccch. Iron gray skies. So, to soothe my sagging psyche, I made myself a sunny little cuppa, left it all five minutes as prescribed on tin. Nice, except folding laundry and drinking it simultaneously sorta sucked the medicinal value out of it.

Normally, the tea that comes in gift baskets by foofy girlfiend-gift stores tastes like dishwater. However, this one is pleasant. Brewed strong, it’s berry without being tart. Ices down nicely, too.