1494 Tasting Notes
Nice. Like Adagio’s Foxtrot minus the alto notes of the rooibos. Thanks to Spencer for my first Peet’s taste test.
You’d want something sweet and fragrant, too, if you were awakened at 4:15 a.m. by a rogue stink that made you panic that the central heat unit was burning…and then you realized that the stink was skunk skinking around outside somewhere. Love rural-burban life!
Since I first met Marco, I’ve also been introduced to several taste-alikes that are equally fruity and a little less persnickety (this one requires a careful steeping eye). H & S Tower of London comes the closest according to my palate. Still, Marco Polo is the gold standard that I judge fruit teas by.
Prompted/challenged/inspired by recent lavender experimentation, I attempted a little kitchen chemistry this evening:
1 teaspoon Mariage Freres Bourbon Rouge (rooibos)
1/4 skimpy teaspoon lavender
1/2 teaspoon cacao nibs
Ooohhooooh! The lavender gives the rooibos a fruity tinge rather than flowery, and you just can’t ruin cocoa. Did I say oooohhhhhoooo?
This has turned into the evening go-to tea when I need a little self-coddling. Long tiring day, writing deadlines dogpiled on top of it, hubby under the weather (Dr. Tazo is taking care of him while I’m still working), the wanna-gotta-do list that’s so long it’s strangling me… any little bit of sweetness helps.
Can y’all find this locally?
Strong and bitter if you aren’t careful—but just what one needs on a rainy November Tuesday to work up the gumption to take a step outside. (Not feeling very gumptious yet. Maybe I need another cup.)
Took a sample to work to lighten a dreary Monday. Even in a sloppy work-water microwave environment, this is luscious. Fruit and caramel in very pleasing proportions, although I might not have guessed raspberry had I not read the description. I haven’t had a disappointment from Nina’s yet.
There’s a Shel Silverstein poem, “Jellyfish Stew,” I used to read to my son. Substitute Fugian Congou for jellyfish stew, and it fits: Oh, Fujian Congou, I’m loony for you, I truly adore you; I love you, I do..
Well, except when you get to the “tastes like glue” and “slimy with goo” parts.
Bitter and sweet, smooth, can’t ruin it even on a Monday morning; even one punctuated with bad poetry references.
One of those days that can’t make up its mind: a little bluster, a little sun, a fair amount of raw wind that makes it rain yellow leaves in the backyard. Calls for an afternoon tea that’s savory, not sweet.
This is a (my bad) neglected little sampling of thin green tea needles with toasted rice popcorn in it. The grain scent makes me want to find a hay barn to spend the rest of the day in. More toasted rice flavor than greenness, but that proportion is perfect for the day and time.
This just gets better and better with each cup. Previous notes are heavy on the fruit metaphors; this afternoon,I’m picking up some nutmegginess, too. Perfect for late afternoon.