1834 Tasting Notes
One of those weeks when life is so messy that tea doesn’t taste.’Nuff said.
After crying on and praying with a couple of dear friends and a couple of hours of sun-room/cat/Oreo therapy with my surrogate mom, I’m slightly closer to functional. (When she picked up the phone the other day, I said, “Hello? Is this Rent-A-Mom?”)
So I celebrated slight functionality by closing my eyes, picking a bag at, well, semi-random from the tea swap basket, and here we are.
This one is so good and fleece-blankety, looks like Terri Harplady wrote a song to it in one of her reviews some time back. It’s well deserving of odes and kudoes—-big ol’ blonde leaves; bright and bronzey at the first of the sip, rich and cocoa-y at swallow time.
Had to leave the leaves at home, but I’m eagerly anticipating a second stanza this evening. Thanks, Terri!
I have really been digging this one—light, almost citrusy green flavor with the kick of a good British breakfast tea.
The only downside is the steep time—just two minutes. Which means it can’t be left unattended while one schleps around the house in morning routine mode. Funny how something that piddly can make your groove un-groovy.
All the same, I want more next time I’m at Savoy; I’ll just save it for the mornings when the minutes don’t matter as much.
Enjoying the last of a sample Nicole shared some months back. Looking at the flavor lineup of Miss Gloria’s Tea House, which I believe used to be Tropical Tea Company, it looks similar to the lineup at Culinary Teas, which sells Metropolitan Tea…so when the dominoes all fall, I’m surmising that this is Metropolitan’s blend. Which is good. Now I know how to find it again.
All that to say that I woke up craving this. It is pineapple-sweet, not pineapple-cloying, and the tea base is very juicy and thirst-quenchy. Pleasant.
Question: is the mark of a really good tea one over which you linger for a-g-e-s, carefully analyzing every little flavor nuance? Or is it the one you drank so enthusiastically and rapidly, you look at the empty tumbler and wonder, “Darn, where’d that go?”
This morning, Khongea Tippy Golden Assam (doesn’t that sound sophisticated?) fell into Category 2. Out of the potpourri of adjectives used to describe this one, oaky is probably the one that aligns the best. A warm flavor; not temperature, taste.
Delicious day-starter. So was the temperature. 57 degrees in mid-August? Preposterous!
This is a very smooth, up-quality morning tea with more sharps in its flavor scale than flats. Nice coppery color and taste. Kicks you awake with stylish pointy-toed girl shoes instead of ten-pound army boots.
If you haven’t had a chance to try any of the offerings from the nice folks at Nina’s, you need to. All winners so far!
Great googly-moogly, I am beat. Posted elsewhere that I’m still getting to know a new bunch of Sunday kids—just our second week—but mercy! If I could harness the kinetic energy in that room today, I could’ve water-skiied behind it!
Cap that off with a little shopping and trying to push mow grass with the consistency of wet, muddy yarn, and you’ll know why I’m going ahhh! (or owww!) with every sip of this, chilled.
When I put the jar in the fridge to steep last night, I snipped off a few bits of real vanilla bean. The result is a creamy fruity cool drink that reminds me a lot of the Monk’s Blend (grenadine/vanilla) from Culinary Teas that I bought by the pound.
This particular pouch of ToL is getting a little old; chilling it will be a great way to use it while it still has some oomph. (I don’t.)