1921 Tasting Notes
Wowza! Sweet, indeed! Red hot candy sweet. (Note to self: lighten up on the steep time.)
This was a treat from a friend; it’s her new favorite office go-to. May be a good’un for cold and flu season, as you can feel the heat radiate down your throat. Have been improvising for the better part of the week with microwaves and Keurig water and this is strong enough to overcome it.
Correct or incorrect, my official pronouncement on what puts the “huckle” in a huckleberry is a cross between a blueberry and a blackberry. Market Spice Huckleberry was tasty this summer iced; had a little sharpish sourness at the end. It’s also quite tasty on an almost raw, cloudy October morning in a pottery mug. I put a spoonful of dried elderberries in the steep as well (immunity kick continues). Those remind me of raisins and shaved off the sharpness nicely. (P.S. Tazo, purring in a loaf on my lap, roused long enough to monitor this note for accuracy. He approves.)
Schedule and setting for the next couple of weeks have prompted an immunity-boosting binge, so I’m spiking what I drink with lots of herbal goodies. In this case, I tossed a teaspoon of chickweed in with this chewy, chunky dessert tea and left it a good 15 minutes while I walked around our leafy-crisp neighborhood.
Straight up, this is a very naturally sweet herbal blend. I think I saw “apple crisp” as one of the flavor comparisons, and that’s accurate. So the chickweed (which is drinkable on its own, but not very flavorful) merely ratcheted the sweetness down a notch. A good way to mask something good for you.
P.S. It doesn’t taste much like almond, but it’s still very good!
Not that I really know what to do with it, but because it just looked like fun, we bought a couple ounces of maple syrup powder at the health food grocery. Not knowing what to expect strength-wise, I only used a little bit in the Rum Butter I bought yesterday; maybe a quarter-teaspoon.
At any rate, that was IT—-the “it,” the depth that the tea was missing on its own. Yum. Sweetened me up considerably for an afternoon of dealing with octogenarian bookkeeping and crop insurance issues. (Great googly moogly, agricultural paperwork is complicated. Salute the next farmer you see.)
K S, you can have the last laugh. I set my neck on fire while using an ear candle. Little scorched hair and a sore patch under my ear. (Chuckle not, lest ye be chuckled at.)
While I am swallowing my pride and dignity, I’m also swallowing a small cup of a new discovery at my current favorite local by-the-ounce place. $1.39. Who could resist?
The last time I had a butter rum tea (Stash, maybe?) the rummy part was too strong for me to enjoy it much. This is much, much milder; getting plenty of butterscotch-iness and not much rum. With that said, though, I’m thinking this will be a good base for milk and sugar or maybe some maple syrup. At this price, I can afford to experiment a little.
P.S. Our smoke detector works just fine.
Tea friend Nicole sent me some of this earlier in the year; I enjoyed a little, then set it back for heavy drinking season (AKA those miserable weeks before Daylight Savings Time when you have to wake up and drive in the dark). Although I oversteeped a little this morning, there’s a good balance between the heavy assam bass line and the Ceylon/Darjeeling counterpoint. A good wakey-uppey that, steeped lightly or with a little milk, would also be a good afternooner.
Oh, for a black unflavored decaf that doesn’t taste like dishwater and has the flavor punch of a judo master. (Does judo involve punching? Pardon my combat illiteracy.)
Well, Twinings decaf offering doesn’t punch; it noodged a little when I left the bag in. In plain English, the tea flavor was strong enough to detect after a good 20 minutes in the cup. Camouflaged with milk, it might be a plausible work afternooner.
Ahhhhhhhc—-tober, finally! Sweats and nippy mornings and leaves starting to turn and cuddle-up evenings caused me to upend the stash and pull out some oldies but goodies. My personal box is an oldie; the tea is a goodie. Wonderfully sweet and stevia-free (sorry, y’all; can’t stand it) with a lovely balance of apple flavor. And I like chicory. May the first breath of autumn give you a chance to catch your breath and count your blessings this weekend.
Ever been to Silver Dollar City? One whiff of this and I was hiking in the Deepwoods on the way to Rube Dugan’s Diving Bell (long gone) to see that cute Junior Dugan guy that asked me to marry him…but I digress. All that sentimentality caused me to throw three bucks at a packet from the Savoy sample rack.
At five minutes (max recommended time) this was a little too heavy on the cinnamon and light on the maple corn, but was still a tasty, sweet autumnal snack in a cup. Will let up on the time next round to see if that changes the mix a bit.