1855 Tasting Notes
A work friend brought this to me, acquired on a trip to Washington D.C. The bag actually says “Cherry Blossom Tea” with a different label, but comparable description leads me to believe it’s the same thing. I will gladly stand corrected.
At any rate, this is kinda tasty for a bagged gift tea. A keemun and cherry blend; the cherry has a very sweet cotton-candy vibe. Not getting a lot of keemun, but it was made sloppily, bag-in in a microwave. Thrown over ice, it flies as a decent dessert tea.
We had just intended to go window shopping…wrong side of payday to do much more than that. But desperate times call for desperate measures, especially when your local shop is discontinuing your favorite bagged strawberry tea ever.
The upside, however, was that the 50-bag boxes were marked down to 99 cents. Two cents a cup. Take that, Cheapster Steepsters :) Dug around in the dregs of my purse for coins and small change and bought the last three boxes.
Worth it, even if I’m running on penny fumes. (Poverty builds character, right?)
Trying to find an accurate descriptor for the week that doesn’t make me sound like the Queen of Hyperbole. It’s just been rough, personally, physically, and professionally: like your soul’s been dragged across a cheese grater. (No, that’s not adjectivally excessive at all.)
So there was nothing more appropriate to start bandaging the bruises at quittin’ time than a long, strong (8 minutes) steep of tulsi made gentler with a generous wad of homegrown lemon verbena (courtesy of k s). Coupled with a lap cat that makes paw circles in the air when you scratch in the magic spot, the acid adrenalin is starting to subside a little.
After a luscious, quiet, obligation-free weekend, I knew it was going to be a tough out-the-door this morning. So I deliberately laid out a “something different” that would dull the yuckies a little.
Wow, is this a something different! Lighter in color than you’d expect in an assam, a sweet mowed grain scent, and a flavor that I would’ve sworn was toasted marshmallow (I’m not that far off; I’m seeing “sweet potato” in some other reviews). As far as strength and kick, I think it’s more of a mid-late-morning-ish-elevensies potency, but that is not a commentary on its sweet excellence.
Thanks, terriharplady, for giving my sluggish brain and attitude a pleasant jumpstart this morning.