1892 Tasting Notes
Down to the last part of a pouch of this … hunted it up deliberately. The weather is butterscotch today, and this is a perfect pairing. What’s butterscotch weather, you ask? Sunny, dry, cool; enough breeze to freshen your face, enough sunshine to keep your bare toes warm while Tazo takes a snooze curled up like a lump of pumpernickel in your lap. Butterscotch.
So is this amazing green tea. I don’t know if it’s the everlasting flowers that add the sweet-butter to it; don’t think I’ve ever had them in any other blend. It is, however, a little picky. Minute and a half steep time—and you’d better really watch the clock, otherwise it bitters up.
One would expect, with the name of this particular tea, eau de Hershey bar. Not so, but that’s not a bad thing.
Take a really rich black tea base and tease it with dark chocolate. Just a hint—-like swishing a silk scarf along your cat’s back just to watch his tail twitch and his ears tingle. That’s the kind of whiff you get when you sip this one.
One suspects that the addition of milk would change the silk scarf into a flannel baby blanket. Haven’t tried that yet, but we’re gonna.
Thanks to Terriharplady. This was a perfect slow Sunday morning tea. (Which will perk up shortly with the addition of 12 to 15 ten-year-olds. My teaching partner describes working with this bunch as herding cats or cockroaches in zero gravity.)
This is very non tea-y, but I’m on Cup #3 and the brain cells are just not firing this morning. Trying to describe in print what I could demonstrate in a second and a half. Are these instructions clear enough for you to follow, especially those of you who grew up without seeing it demonstrated weekly by Mickey, Davy, Mike, and Peter?
Face forward with arms around your partner’s shoulders. In unison, partners throw their right legs forward and out (your right leg will cross your partner’s left leg). Then partners throw their left legs out and forward.
Thank you for the consultation.
It’s so cool this morning, the quilt I just washed and hung out on the line is steaming—I can see its breath!
Sometimes, it’s less the flavor and quality of the tea than it is the aesthetics. Boiling a kettle instead of pushing a button, making a whole pot instead of a hurry-up cup, watching the Tardis appear and disappear on the mug (heat-sensing mugs kind of mess with the granny vibe, but hey).
But this morning, we’re not skimping on flavor or quality, either. This is good stuff, even though I under-leafed. Not getting the usual cocoa-coating in the mouth; leans more to the fruity side today.
Received this, with my thanks, from the JusTea folks in conjunction with a special campaign going on here: http://www.justea.com/
First cup steeped to a deep ruby-mahogany color. Light texture; dark flavor. Initial sip made me think, “Coffee?” Not exactly; more like dark rye or pumpernickel.
Will definitely appeal to tea-in-hobnail-boots lovers.