1932 Tasting Notes
Way overdue trying and reviewing this one, but it called out from the stash while the Pepperidge Farm cherry cinnamon rolls were baking.
The cookie scent is spot on. It’s very almondy without being bitter or cloyingly sweet. First cup straight up, but seconds are going to get a little milk. Kudos to keenteathyme, the Creator o’the Cuppa.
Still isn’t my favorite chamomile-based herbal blend, but its warm and gentle on a raw evening…even a little better when you leave a cinnamon stick in the cup. Tones down the insistent licorice.
For a while, Tazo was reading his name on the tea bag tag in the cup and nuzzling at it. He’s lost interest now and is napping in my lap like a lump of pumpernickel. Like I mind.
Brrr! First cold snap. We tried to tough it out and forego turning the heat on last night; hubby woke up with a cold looking at he’d been hit by a truck, and my joints were screamingly painful. So WARM trumped any other tea quality this morning.
This is a decent morning cup that takes absentminded steeping well. Smooth, not sharp.
Nothing like sitting in front of the computer doing analytical left-brain things all day, then coming home and spending the evening milking what’s left of the other side to write creative kids’ activities. I am squoze dry. (The creative stuff is the most fun; wish I didn’t have to save it for the dregs of the day.)
And because the cookies mysteriously disappeared while I was at work—two dozen whittled down to two, this is the dessert I’m trying to perk myself up with. It’s not a bad little rooibos, Charlie Brown; it just needs a little love, a small cup, and the bag left in throughout. Not sure I’m getting much chocolate out of it, but it’s still OK for a dessert/nightcap.