1625 Tasting Notes
Not much new or notable to say about this; it’s just such a happy little evening tea. Pick a dessert, any dessert, and it’s a lovely little go-with. Tonight we’re going with Pillsbury Apple Turnovers.
Wish I’d thought of it before the season was over; I should see if there’s any left at Food 4 Less.
Seems to me, and I’ve logged this before, that tulsi, with its lemony personality, is a perfect match for blueberry. (Though I did a quick search and haven’t found any commercial blenders who agree with me enough to package the combo.)
Tonight was no exception; I had a bitty-bit of aging Blueberry Cocktail from SpecialTeas, half-and-halved it with plain no-name tulsi from my local import grocery, and it was just lovely. A good nightcap for a brain that’s already flipped to TV test pattern listening to Lyle Lovett & Co. on Pandora. You couldn’t even get a blip if you hooked me up to a brain scan.
Uh-oh. We’re down to skimpy-ration level. This is definitely going on the wish list, underscored in red.
The package recommends a 2-3 minute steep. Followed that recommendation this morning, and while it’s still lovely good, I believe I prefer it my way: dark and rich, more toward the 4-5 minute mark.
This is a sweet and gentle little dragonwell; safe to drink in the evening.
(Just sniffled my way through Downton Abbey Season 3 Episode 4. I wonder what kind of tea Carson serves when…well, you know…happens.)
(Late to see it because weather messed up PBS reception last night and we got the dreaded NO SIGNAL signal. Put me in a vile mood all day until I could get my fix online. That’s just kind of pathetic, huh?)
…so I let the leaves dry overnight and did one more 2-minute-ish steep (the third one) this morning. Strange things happening…
First, this is getting darker with every steep. It’s almost ebony in color instead of letting up.
Second, I’m sitting peacefully in my happy chair enjoying a quiet house with the heater not running for a change and I hear this funny ringing sound coming from the end table. Specifically, from my tea mug. Warily, I pick it up. Yep, my cup is fizzing. High pitched snap, crackle, pop. Does pu-erh do that?
OK, even if it’s wrong, who doesn’t want to taste-test magical-colored ebony fizzing tea? Maybe it was the “bubbly” notion influencing my taste buds, but … yep … cola flavor.
This wins my prize for most humorously bizarre tea tasting experience. Honorable mention, anyway.
You experts would snicker at the clumsy and inelegant way I handle this tuocha; impatient with all the shaving and chipping it takes, today I just broke the confounded thing into manageable clumps and put them in my trusty Mason jar.
But the nice thing about this is it takes “clumsy and inelegant” without batting an elephant eyelash. Prime steeping time appears to be right at the 2 minute mark; results in a lovely, almost syrupy, medium-dark cuppa sweetness.
Turned off the alarm clock, sweet spouse let me sleep in, so I didn’t need open-yer-eyes-you-lazy-clod tea this morning for a change. This is pleasant, not too tart, but not artificially sweet. Tastes real.
If spring ever gets here, I would like to try this iced before my sample gets all sampled up.
Decaf Korakundah is a variety I picked up at Savoy last spring, hoping for a decent plain black decaf. Not so much…it isn’t unpleasant; it just isn’t much of anything. Tastes watered down, even at full strength.
So to finish out the sample, I topped it off with half a teaspoon of Blueberry Black tea Nicole sent from, uh, I think, Tropical Tea Co. Now we’ve got a little something going. Kept steep time light, so I don’t think it’ll buzz me too much to sleep tonight.
Nearing the end of my bag; saving what’s left for stone-cold, wickedly grey, dreary evenings. (And the weather’s kind of yucky, too ;)
This is as close to coffee as I need to get. The chicory is just sweet enough to make additions unnecessary (though it’s tasty with milk and sugar). Roasty, toasty, and comfy.