This sample came to me via the 12 days of Christmas, but due to a mailing mix-up, I got my package a bit late. It wasn’t ultimately of too much consequence though, because although i wanted to play along with everyone else, I wouldn’t have known which tea I was opening until I came here and read reviews, and then I would have to then look up the brewing instructions and it all just seemed far too complicated for such a simple mind.
But thankfully, a friend of mine helped me pick this one out yesterday, and I brewed up a cup for Mr. Keychange and I today. Dry, this leaf smells identical to the banana-flavoured penicillin we were fed as children, and people either loved or abhorred it-I have yet to meet anyone who feels neutral about its taste (it’s one of those polarizing things—sort of like olives—I challenge you to find me someone who could ‘take ’em or leave ’em’.) LOL.
I brewed this up for four minutes, and there was a huge banana chunk in the mix, which I righteously divided between our cups to ensure maximum banana-ness all round. I knew from the way that it smelled that if it tasted that way, I would love it.
This tea absolutely has a dominant banana note, followed up by a hint of coconut which, in my opinion, serves to lend the composition a creamy backdrop, rather than take on any assertive characteristic. More dominant than the coconut, I would say, is the black tea base. My knowledge of the different types of black tea leaves much to be desired, but from what my untrained pallet could discern, the base was full-bodied, the slightest bit astringent, and was a bit malty. Not entirely unlike a relatively robust breakfast blend. Mr. Keychange, who does not like most banana flavoured things (because there’s too much banana in them) said that he enjoyed his cup as well, because it was like banana pudding only much more tolerable because it was in tea form. And I had to agree—I mean, I love banana flavoured everything, but certainly the fact that something has been rendered in tea form almost always makes pretty much everything more tolerable.
On an unrelated note, Mr. Keychange and I went with a few friends last night to see The Book Thief. We had both already read and enjoyed the book, and although i was a bit reluctant to watch the movie (because I’m always scared that it will upset my own interpretation of the book), but am so glad I went. The actors could not have done a better job, and as far as I’m concerned, they stuck pretty closely to the book. As the ominous and terrifying sound of the air-raid sirens filled the theater, followed by the sound of bombs being dropped as if they were handfuls of candy from the sky, Mr. Keychange and I instinctively reached for each other’s hand. It’s just so jarring sometimes, so far outside of my scope of comprehension or awareness. That we will never in our lifetime know even a fraction of that magnitude of fear. Very, very good movie and book.