1786 Tasting Notes
Unexpected 1 a.m. illness prior to a 6 a.m. flight caused me to cancel travel plans a couple days ago, so I’ve been muddling through a writers’ conference by phone. The upside: participation in jammies, sleeping in my own bed, and plenty of good tea as long as I can make it quietly and one-handed while coddling my cel in the other.
Ginger Peach was the afternoon brew; fit the bill perfectly, although the bag is one of those funny ones where you have to pull out the tag to elongate the string (had to do that with my teeth). The ginger has a nice warming bite to it and the peach isn’t perfumey or artificial.
I am trying to justify a run to Arkansas soon to snag more of this while it’s in season. Green tea and maple isn’t a combination I would have though of on my own, but it’s perfect. A little sweetening is built into the dry mix (I still haven’t had the packet in hand when the laptop is handy to pop in the ingredients), but it isn’t cloying.
Perfect for a warmish coolish afternoon while resting my feet after a wonderful browse in a flea market/antique mall that just kept going and going and going and going…we’re on the hunt for a few vintage blue glass medicine and apothecary bottles for the newly updated bathroom. Lost count of the times I caught my breath and said, “Oh! I remember those!” or “Grandma had one just like that…” They even had old Sears print catalogs from the 70’s and 80’s. Forget Amazon. You haven’t lived until you’ve spent an evening poring over every page of a 900-page catalog.
OK, scribbles, this was worth it, if for nothing else, to watch my husband’s face when I stuck the cup under his nose. (Ewwww! Smells like feet!)
It does not taste like feet.
The rice scent is strong with this one, padawan. I’m not catching the usual pu-erh earthiness, just savory starchiness. For a breakfast tea, maybe not; for an accompaniment to stir fry or pad thai, fine and fitting.
I wonder if second steep would cooperate with a little sweetener…
I’ve either been too busy/distracted to record much of late, or once I finally find some quiet time for a cuppa, I don’t want to ruin the quiet with online distractions. But another lovely cold front passing through has finally brought back good tea season.
Three lovelies I’ve enjoyed this week are Choco Nut Blend (Ambessa; and don’t let the choco fool you. It’s nut and apricot), Teavana English Breakfast, and Autumn’s Walk, a really nice chocolate-vanilla-rooibos-hazelnut personal blend still available at Adagio. All good for watching rain and leaves starting to turn.
Blustery clouds scudding across the sky. Mid 50’s. Yum. (Same forecast in April and I will be grousing about it.)
At any rate, the need for an extra cuppa at lunch caused me to paw through my random and motley work tea tin and pull out this one, like a cracker jack prize. Apple and vanilla with a sminch (I made that up, do you like it?) of cinnamon spice in the background. Perfect with a slice of pumpkin pie. (It’s October. I couldn’t wait any longer.)
Quiet. Deliciously quiet. No air conditioning needed. Neighborhood is shutting down for the evening. Nothing but crickets.
That has nothing to do with this tasty tea, but I wanted you to enjoy the stillness with me.
My packet is getting so old, I had to check to confirm this is still available from Boston Tea, which it is. It’s like Sunday morning sweet rolls. Not overly sugary, the almonds aren’t bitter, and smoooooth. Not for weekday mornings when you need booted awake, but slow weekend mornings on the back porch? Perfect.
After a fall false start a couple weeks ago and a week of “ha! it’s still summer,” I love the hints of autumn that were called to my attention on the morning trek to work: fog caught in the hedgerows with the sun shining above it, sumac bushes that have started turning persimmon and crimson colors, silhouette of a crane standing by a foggy pond…and the wonderful cedar and leather sensations caused by this really nice Yunnan. Hadn’t had it in a while; glad I saved some back for crisper weather.
There is currently a box of plain old Yorkshire Tea and a box of Yorkshire Gold Tea in my kitchen. I haven’t tried them nose-to-nose yet, but I had Gold yesterday and Plain Old today. Plain Old may be winning. I steeped both tumblers obnoxiously strong; Gold is sharper and pointier; Plain Old has more going on in the bass/baritone region. How’s that for mixed metaphors?
Both suitable for groggy Mondays and Monday reruns.