1594 Tasting Notes
Has this ever happened to you? “You don’t want that tea? Give it to _____! She’ll drink anything!”
Thus, a nearly full box of Earl Grey bags on my desk, minus one suspiciously eyed, hesitantly tested bag.
I will finish the cup, but (apologies to those of you who like this) it tastes like furniture polish.
Correction. Maybe I will finish the cup.
I still hate January, but the dazzling (cold!) sun on the tree branches makes it look a little like Narnia out my front window.
Because I may have to hock my firstborn to pay this month’s heating bill, I’m following several of you in an austerity plan to drink up what I have open…and this was.
It’s a fine darjeeling with lots of apple-peel, fruity character; not much to say that differs from my initial tasting note on this one.
As my tea horizons continue to broaden, there are so many wondrous varieties that I’m crazy about, but I can’t say I’ve landed on a wondrous darjeeling that makes me want to tap dance or clutch the cup in ecstasy. But I don’t mind looking…
OK, I have transgressed and slipped into a cup of cocoa tonight. But in my defense, it’s sloppy, soggy, freezing rain outside, snow to follow, with killer chill behind that. Sitting under a super-fluorescent light at my writing desk didn’t even dent the SAD. It’s chocolate weather.
However, the chance combination part of this little story is courtesy of my hubby. Disappointed by Starbucks’ discontinuation of his favorite Signature cocoa, he started twiddling with cocoa alchemy. Turns out that one packet Swiss Miss Dark Chocolate Sensation and one packet Cold Stone Marshmallow in the same cup approximates the sweet stuff he misses.
Hitting the spot.
I’m in world traveler mode today, so I took Marco along for the ride — researching and writing kids’ activities about (is this serendipity or what?) Assam, India. I smell a kids’ tea party being written into the procedures.
Also, for you crafty types, research and Internet “travel” led to a nifty world craft site with some lovely items; supports a great cause. http://worldcrafts.org/index.asp. OK, stepping off the soapbox now.
Marco Polo, for those of you who haven’t yet had the adventure, is a gorgeous, sweetly fruity black tea. I save him for days when (a) I can pay careful attention to steeping; it can’t be bullied and (b) there’s enough time to fully enjoy it instead of swigging it on the run.
I wish I could add © have multiple unscheduled hours to read a really good book and neglect housework and writing assignments to the list. But a luxury tea eases the work part a bit.
Been a while since I’ve had this one. My loss; this is wonderfully light and tasty. Heavy on the coconut, but the lemongrass is definitely detectible and harmonizes beautifully. Plenty sweet without additions. (Now if I were just in a lounge chair on a tropical resort smelling the wet sand and watching the sun slip over the horizon….)
Further proof that sometimes a cheapie tea is just what you need for the moment. Hubby fighting off an achey-icky stomach bug, and just needed something to settle his stomach. He was a little hesitant to grab anything out of my fancy tins and pouches, and found this languishing in the cupboard.
Just warm tea, he said, that put an end to the flip-flopping nausea.
Everybody needs an “it’ll do.” This tends to be ours.
So many “gotta-dos” brewing on the home front and a dreary and teejus five day workweek that feels eleventy days long keeping me from starting on any of them…can I get an amen?
This polite little herbal was patient with me while I was rushing around trying to cram a half-day’s home puttering into less than an hour and didn’t become undrinkable even after two loads of folded laundry. It was plenty orange-y, but not painfully or sharply tart at all. Nice balance between the chamomile and the other other goodies—nothing out-shouted the rest. Provided a little internal sunshine on a gray, rainy evening.
I didn’t take good notes on this one, but I think I have Nicole to thank for this one. (thanks!)
Surprise to me! Had a little bit of this left that had woodged down to the bottom of my “loose ends” packet. First sip just after steeping made me wonder if it’d lost its oomph, but it strengthened considerably after driving with me this morning.
Dark, just on the edge of a bitter bite, and a little grapey on the finish. Sticks to your tongue long after you’ve swallowed.
Here’s to “oh, I forgot I had that!” serendipi-tea.
This is a quirky, odd duck of a black/rooibos blend. But oddly, the apple fits with the rooibos which fits with the chocolate; it just leaves you a little pleasantly puzzled. Like those days when you discover a plaid jacket that doesn’t exactly not go with some pinstriped pants and you decide to take a fashion risk and then wonder all day if they really match or not. (Or maybe that’s just me :)
Rooibos fans will like this, I think.