1705 Tasting Notes
First iced tea of the season necessitated by the first push mow of the season. Got half our big backyard done and I’m limp—vegetation so thick the blade felt like it was caught in wet spaghetti. Welcome to Missouri. There was still snow on the ground last week.
At any rate, this is quick-no steep time whatsoever; in with the cold water and boom! there you go. Root beery goodness. We can find this in local grocery stores; I wonder if it gets scarcer the farther east and west you go.
What I woke up craving for breakfast was a week on a beach—pick a beach, any beach—with a stack of good books, sunshine guaranteed, and no work, family, or other obligations whatever.
What I settled for was a cup of this lovely tropical tea. Heavy on the coconut, mild on the pineapple, dessert-sweet. This one is well done.
Dry, this smells like fresh strawberry candy, or maybe the sugary strawberry beginnings of my mom’s homemade strawberry jam. The sugary-strawberry doesn’t come through as strongly once it’s steeped; just a pleasant light green tea base with a fruity aftertaste that stays on your tongue.
Perfect for a genuinely gentle, warm spring afternoon in my patio glider. I may never go inside.
This little sample from ashmanra arrived providentially. Someone must have told her last week that I would have insomnia last night and need something substantial to prop me up this morning before heading to church and facing a roomful of fifth graders hopped up (pun intended) on Easter candy.
This is a wonderful breakfast tea. I’ve been smiling at the descriptors in other reviews: Fruity. Apple. Malty. (Oh yeah.) Rich. Smooth. All true. “George Clooney in a tux…” not sure about that one :)
I think this will get me out the door.
Happy Easter, tea friends. May it be a day that brings lasting joy.
Second steep. Cherry dissipates pretty quickly, but it still leaves the nice pu-erh base. Not too muddy tasting.
And of course, it tastes better because…
a) it’s warm enough to taste it outside while watching laundry on the line fluttering gently in the sunshine
b) it’s sipped in the company of Tazo, our free-range, no-strings-attached, no-obligation yard cat. (Solid black. Citrus green eyes. Tazo just fit. No special emotional attachments to the brand.)
c) it’s accompanied by fresh brownies and a fistful of malted milk eggs.
Amazing what happens when you read the directions. Two teaspoons. I had been way underleafing. Done properly (well, I never know if I’m doing pu-erh properly…) it tastes like a good slab of cherry pie.
Based on the NTL varieties I have tried, the one thing I’ve observed they consistently do well is create real-tasting fruit flavors. Not a bit of artificiality about this one.