1495 Tasting Notes
Psalm 111:2 says I’m not pondering enough. So I am basking in a slow and quiet morning of thanksgiving and pondering—-life, the unverse, and good tea. Conclusion: God is big and I am small and I am amazed.
I can’t reach as firm a conclusion about this Upton Breakfast blend. The smell in the sample pouch was deep and grainy—a scent to make Assam lovers swoon.
Steeped, well, I’m not sure what I’m getting. Feels good and thick in the mouth, but there’s a little off-center sharpness that’s making me scrunch up my face a little. That just may be my cue that this one isn’t to be taken without a little additive. (Off to get milk.)
Today, among many other things, I’m grateful for the funny friendships and conversations I’ve encountered here. Be thankful.
Hedley’s Cherry Rooibos + Bigelow Cozy Chamomile
The cherry syrup vibe is so strong in the Hedley’s I rummaged around in my work stash to find something that might tame it a little. This worked decently. Now chamomile with a little cherry instead of CHERRY that makes your eyes cross :)
Pie. Good pie.
(I could stand for it to be a tetch less sweet, but then it wouldn’t be pie, either.)
Many, many morning delays and distractions (mostly me just sp..a..c..i..n..g out) so this steeped a couple minutes longer than intended and has a little bitter bite to it now. If I had milk handy, it’d be just fine. Still a good medium-weight, medium kick assam. Have really enjoyed my Tea Merchant samples.
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…)