352 Tasting Notes
I was all ready to hate on this tea because I couldn’t taste it all that much when it was piping hot, but after allowing the poor thing to “blow off some steam” as it were, I sipped again and was greeted by a most delicious creamy, pumpkin and spices combination. I really think steeping my tea upside down in the timolino has allowed for more leaf-water contact, and aside from the fact that the thermos is a bit tippy when upside down (I just need to breathe in the wrong direction and it risks toppling), it’s been a great solution (until I get the travel mug that I’m waiting for ifjuly to get and review ha). Anyway, one of the wonderful things about this tea is that it is absolutely not fussy, and thus lends itself to portability, which I’m always on the hunt for because I need tea at work. I restocked this during the bf sale, but will probably get even more to help propel me through what remains of our winter (should be another six months or so, uggh). You know, I keep telling myself that I don’t actually have to live here: I can move to a warmer climate where I might actually not have a melt down every time I leave my house between November and April, but moving is always far more complicated, and especially so when you’re blind and have like fifty other requirements for a habitable city: housing very close to a very good transit system, a wheel trans/Para trans system that actually welcomes blind people (because surprisingly and appallingly, wheel trans isn’t available to blind people in places like Ottawa and Toronto, because somehow being blind isn’t a “mobility” problem. i was like umm hellloo, I don’t know where the eff I am, how doesn’t that count LOL), lots of sidewalks, employment opportunities, other blind people (probably the biggest indicator of whether or not a city is blind friendly). And then of course there are the personal preferences that come into play: the sociopolitical climate, etc. So basically I’ll be here for many years to come, although as far as Canadian cities go, I think I’ve chosen a winner. Anyway, I’ll let you guys get back to reading tea reviews—sorry!!
I typically don’t have flavoured tea with breakfast, preferring instead to save them for later on in the day. But blueberry things seem appropriate at breakfast anytime, and so I chose this one to accompany my croissant. I think I messed up by accidentally adding too much sugar; I should have remembered that this tea is already pre-sweetened. even still, it felt like drinking a cup of fresh blueberry juice, with a bit of creaminess present to remind me i was drinking tea and not actually juice.
I’m exhausted because it’s Monday, so that’s all this tasting note is bound to say. I steeped for six minutes, and think I like the relatively strong cup it yields. Can’t taste much of the base until the tea cools slightly though, but when I do taste it, I’m happy it’s there.
Such an innocent tasting tea.
A good Monday to all of steepster! and someone please find me a country that celebrates three-day weekends.
My alarm blared in my ear this morning, and my first thought was “oh no, I don’t want to go to work today.” and then i realized it was Sunday morning and not Monday morning, and I felt happy. But also a little unhappy because tomorrow morning is indeed Monday morning. I tend to have hermit tendencies at the best of times, but I find that during the winter months in particular, I seem to be in hyper hibernation mode, where I think I’d be perfectly content never leaving my house ever ever ever. I think i should be a bear. I have a shopping trip planned with some friends in a few hours, and although shopping is almost a guaranteed pick-me-up, the thought of just getting into normal people clothes and leaving the house is really annoying.
Sorry. You didn’t ask to read my boring diary. This tea!
I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but this tea has acquired permanent collection status for me. I like the fact that there’s the mildest touch of bergamot here, and a creamy, honeyed vanilla sensation as well. I didn’t feel like fussing with a strainer and measuring leaves this morning, and a sachet of this still brews a perfect cup. I’m also going to try Tower of London, because I’m told that it’s different but similar, and I wonder which one I’ll like more. In that vein, I’d also like to go to Parris to see if this tea will indeed be evocative of Parris things. Yes, I’m articulate LOL.
It would seem that I under-estimated this tea. I first tried it back in August or early September, and I remember not being overly impressed with it, although I also remember not really brewing it per keychange, and not doing things keychange style, at least to begin with, is obviously a recipe for disaster. Because……………..
I had this as a soy latte at David’s today and it was lovely. I still maintain that this tea does not smack you over the head with the intensity of its flavouring, but the flavours are nevertheless present, and very warming and sunshine-laden. It’s just a tea that can bring a smile to my face, and how can that ever be a bad thing? in comparison to the blueberry crumble offered by Dellaterra, this is a far fresher take on blueberry, as the name might suggest. dellaterra’s tea tastes far more cake-like to me, which is just fine. Because I love all things blueberry, there is definitely room in my cupboard for both. So I got a 30 g sample package of this to go, and we’ll see what happens.
Tonight Mr. Keychange and I are off for dinner at a friend’s place, and we expect that’ll take up most of the evening in the most delightful way possible. it’ll be lovely to catch up with them, as we haven’t seen them in ages. The woman actually used to be my disabilities consultant back in undergrad, and I feel so lucky to continue our relationship after having left the university a few years ago.
So far, this is still the only EGC that I’ll drink. I find most to be far too heavy on the bergamot, and although the vanilla used in this tea does not taste distinctly of vanilla bean to me, it nevertheless adds a sweet creaminess that keeps the bergamot in check. What’s really neat about this composition is that sometimes, at the lingering tail end of a sip, you’ll get a bit of a cooling, almost mint-like sensation in your mouth, although there is absolutely no trace of mint in this tea-it’s just an effect, I think, or perhaps it’s something i’m dreaming up. Either way, I like it and it’s a solid breakfast tea. it’s not the most amazing tea in the universe or anything, but I don’t even think that’s what it was going for. EGC (and anything earl grey esque) has distinct winter or rainy weather connotations to me, to the point where when I had David’s tea’s earl grey cream for the first time this summer, it felt as awkward as bundling up in snow pants and a ski jacket while on a beach in Cuba.
Speaking of a beach in Cuba, I stocked up on Fantasy Island while I was at David’s tea today, along with getting samples of blueberry jam, chai on life, and their milk oolong (oh, and a glass perfect mug! so excited to use it, but it does seem rather delicate-I hope I don’t break it).
This tea deserves a far more eloquent tasting note than I’m about to render, but suffice it to say that it remains the tea that if heaven exists, will surely be served at its gates. Before taking my first sip, I just allowed myself to get lost in the scented steam, and could not imagine a more divine scent. I am seriously considering having this tea served at my wedding.
I drank two steeps of this, but have saved the leaves for a third one, perhaps tomorrow morning. This tea is so perfect that my English feels completely inadequate. I just hope Stacy makes it forever because I’ll keep stocking it.
Ok, so I think it’s official: I’m not going to be restocking this tea. I think I gave it a fair shake, but in the spirit of continued fairness, I’m not exactly a huge fan of cranberry flavoured things, so I shouldn’t be altogether surprised that this tea doesn’t ultimately cut it for me. Like, it’s not as though I have all these ideas as to how this tea could be made better-I somehow imagined this tea having more of a candied almond taste, sort of like amaretto or something like that, but nothing in the description should have led me to conclude that-I just pretty much decided for no reason that it ought to be the case and it just wasn’t. Or maybe I imagined it would taste sort of like how cranberry-scented bath products smell around Christmas time, and that wasn’t the case, either. I actually made a pretty decent dent in this tin though, and so am pleased to donate the rest to a cranberry-loving home. Having said all of that, I’m not appalled by this tea or anything, and am just fine finishing what’s in my timolino. it really does feel like a “no nonsense” tea to me, perhaps because of the tartness, and a no-nonsense tea was sort of what I was after this morning.
I needed a gentle tea this morning. It’s a good tea to drink when all you want to do is hide. Unfortunately, there’s no hiding to be done today, but the good news is that I can hide all weekend once the day is over.
I’m really liking the black base with jasmine. I tend to like black bases in general, and perhaps I may not have yet tried the “right” green jasmine. Admittedly I’ve just had the pearls from David’s tea, and although I liked them, I found the underlying grassiness or plant taste to be far too intrusive for me to really enjoy the taste of the jasmine. The hunt, however, continues, because I imagine there’s a nice, gentle jasmine green out there in this world. I also like white jasmine teas, so I should probably explore that a bit, too. I hope you guys are all as glad as I am that it’s Friday!
So I’m still incredibly exhausted. Perhaps too exhausted to continue to feel irritable, which might actually be a good thing.
This tea is so incredibly comforting. I find it’s a tea that I seem to be able to enjoy regardless of how it’s been steeped or prepared. I suspect I might be getting sick, because I can feel a tell tale scratch in my throat and I generally feel miserable, although those feelings often don’t actually develop into any sickness, which is good in many ways but also annoying, because I’d rather just get sick proper and get it over with.
I wish I had another Timolino full of this tea. I want to go to bed.