1789 Tasting Notes
Another sipdown yesterday—-busy afternoon decorating a kindergarten room for VBS (Colossal Coaster World—queue forms this morning!) and had a quart chilling in the fridge for when I came home to collapse. The apple half of it is much more pronounced, cold.
Can’t find it anywhere locally now :( May just have to cool my heels till fall for a re-release.
Seems like every Adagio review cropping up these days is for one of their custom personal-blend fan teas. Some of which are nicely blended; some just plain gimmicky…you can decide which is which.
Adagio coconut is why I was an Adagio fan long before the gimmick market came to be. Smooth black base, sweet coconut, equally good hot and iced; plain ol’ label without a character on it. Score one for simplicity.
I may be able to source this one later; a work friend brought it to me and said she’d snap a phone picture of the box. She was disappointed because, and I quote, “I paid $15 for it and it smells like fish and paint thinner.”
(No, it doesn’t.)
Steeped, it has that characteristic, upper-end, fruity oolong fragrance. Nice yellow-orange color. Silky texture. Flavor is on the toasty end of the spectrum. Lick-lippy astringency.
First, many thanks to the really friendly people at Nina’s Paris for the cute Emily Littella sample bags (itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, tiny). Just perfect for two teaspoonsful.
After reading the description and other reviews, I expected a full frontal Froot Loops assault. Also, based on other reviews, I kept steep time short (2 minutes with another minute-ish re-dump after deciding it wasn’t done yet).
Needed more. I’m getting fruity, especially a wonderfully natural-tasting cherry (so many cherry teas taste like candy flavorings), but it’s very pale and subtle. In this case, the sample size may work against it—not enough to get a good scoop of all the “goodies.” The tea base is good; smooth.
Just enough for one more cup, in which we’ll go longer and stronger in a smaller cup. This has the potential to be superb, just wish I’d had more to play with. (Then again—that’s the point of a sample, eh? To interest you enough to want repeats!)
Guess you can tell you’ve hit the tea-dious dog days of summer when you have bins and baskets of perfectly acceptable and flavorful fancy stuff and you just shrug, say “eh,” and make yourself a cup of plain brown leaf juice.
This was the leaf juice of choice this morning; not unpleasant; just nondescript. Likely a good base for blending, but that would require thinking. It’s too hot to think.
Prompted by a few of you who have done the same thing, there’s now a jar in the kitchen labeled “Junkyard Tea” to contain the not-quite-enough or a-little-too-old scraps of black tea that accumulate when you’re not looking.
The fun of this is that its personality changes regularly, it’s still reasonably drinkable in the a.m., and if it doesn’t taste right…just add something else, and it’ll change again.
At the moment, the jar is a little Keemun-heavy with some sweetness in the background from odd Assams and a Darjeeling or two. Tomorrow…who knows?
Unpredictably yours till then,