1688 Tasting Notes
Almost like candy for breakfast. Nothing new to say about it after half a dozen tasting notes; caramelly, lemony. Only for mornings when there’s time to enjoy it. Because of where I buy it, when I drink it, I have strong sensory connections of leisurely days in the days of the Ozarks. I am in deep need of a strong dose of “somewhere else.”
This is definitely an herbal blend for chai lovers—lots of the same ingredients, leading loudly with cardamom. I’m catching the orange and ginger, and the chamomile is visibly present in the dry blend, but it’s overpowered by the spices.
A really creative change of pace from typical nighttime chamomile blends. Thanks, Steep City, for the chance to try it!
First, thanks to Teajo Teas. I needed a little cheer-up after this week, and the little padded sample mailer made my day.
First whiff out of the open packet reminded me a little of fruity chewing gum. (Peer pressure, based on other reviews, said it should have smelled like malt and hay.)
Regardless, it steeps up into a red-brown, fruity (yay…somebody else said raisiny; I’m not crazy!) cuppa. A little gentler than my usual boot-yer-backside-out-the-door breakfast preference. And I’m thinking it will be refreshing if the sample holds out long enough for me to try a cup chilled!
There are not adjectives powerful enough to describe how I loathe springing forward. Sorry, DST lovers. My poor circadian rhythms are in a tailspin.
Nothing’ll do but tea-based caffeine at its stoutest until I actually see daylight in the morning again. So this may be in the frequent-drinker lineup for a while. When you dole out the leaves judiciously, it has a little coppery-fruity foretaste. As it sits, it just builds more muscle. Muscle I need to drag me through the day, I think.
Hubby went peppercorn crazy at the bulk herb store and the pink ones were just so cute…
…that I crushed a pinch of them into this nice orangey blend, most often compared to Creamsicle flavor. Their presence was detectible when the cup was hot, less so as it cooled.
Which leads to a couple of questions for amateur or pro blenders and alchemists: 1) how many peppercorns does it take to really warm your cup up? 2) what kinds of tea do you or would you put a peppercorn in?
This is my other alt-health experiment for girl stuff. Husband teased me; said it looked like dryer lint. (He’s right.) But again, health benefits outweigh attractiveness. Here’s a rundown: http://wellnessmama.com/5107/herb-profileraspberry-leaf/
It tastes like what you’d expect from a raspberry leaf—35% raspberry, 65% plant roughage. Not particularly sweet or bitter; just leafy. I’m thinking it might be really pleasant chilled come summer.
Updated to the correct supplier; it’s a bulk buy from my local bulky herb place. Cheap; $1.79 for 2 ounces.
Have been wanting to give this a try since I heard about it on Dr. Oz as a good appetite suppression/diet companion tea. (I don’t take Dr. Oz as a final authority; that’s just where it came to my attention.) However, it does sound like I’m drinking a cup of vitamins: Fresh chickweed contains high amounts of vitamin C, as well as vitamins A, D and B. Iron, calcium and potassium can also be found in chickweed.
So, there you go. From a health standpoint, it sure can’t hurt. From an enjoyment standpoint, it may take a little massaging. Straight up, it tastes like green wood soup with a little dandelion thrown in. Savory, not sweet. I’m thinking something fruity or flowery (apple? tulsi? lemongrass? lavender?) might tone down the barkiness.
I rarely sweeten my tea, but I needed something to convince my rotten sweet tooth that I really don’t need dessert. (That lovely spring-weather realization that one must streamline if one doesn’t want to buy a new wardrobe in slightly larger dimensions…) Oh, well, it’s supposed to get cold again. I’ll pile on another layer.
So I drizzled a little honey in the bottom of the cup before steeping this. Gives it enough extra sweetness to mimic an apple turnover.
Keep the bag in when you drink this one.
Need to finish the packet of this before it loses its Irish fling, and as it’s a little long in the tooth, need to step up the steep time and amount o’wee leafies. As it is, the creme gets you before the mint.
But today I would gladly imbibe generic-grade grocery store fannings as long as I can do as I just did…rocking slowly outdoors in my patio glider (first time in too many months!) watching the daffodils grow.