1468 Tasting Notes
This is so good. So fruity and light and yummy. Peach is the predominant flavor, with white tea in a close second. I don’t taste hibiscus (thank God), and the other flavors are slowly coming out. Citrus and then green tea…maybe a touch of pu-erh, but I’m not sure. Regardless, this is a delicious tea. Well rounded and always surprising.
As I reach the bottom of the cup, I realize I have forgotten all things regarding this blend and my cup doesn’t have the usual stray dust at the bottom. It is completely blank and smelling faintly of vanilla…
Yay my wife is home so now I don’t have to make my own teas!
“Regret nothing. Until it is too late. Then, regret everything”
Am I going to regret you, Feral Dogs? I hope not…
This smells oddly of Cecil, which my wife is having. So much so that I had to ask her if I had gotten the right cup, but she assures me this is Feral Dogs. Or perhaps it’s just a plastic bag caught in the breeze. One thing I do know is that it is not mostly mutts, possibly pit bull mixes, and their leader is not three-headed and wearing a great many “service medals and chevrons.”
Seriously, no one let me do fandom reviews ever again.
I see where the other reviewers get a damp flavor, it’s definitely musty in a good way. Earthy. Damp may not be a normal flavor, but what about Night Vale is normal, really?
I love the cinnamon. Love love love it. It’s cinnamon with a sweet undertone. More like a feral puppy.
However, I just bought a ton of Cinnamon Crackle, so while this is a good tea, it’s not one I feel the need to restock.
Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to this one. I’m not a ginger fan or a green tea fan. However, I’m not a huge fan of podcasts either, but I love me some Night Vale. Cecil made me a believer so hopefully this tea will do the same.
I love Cecil. Especially when he gushes about Carlos. But the way he presents the weirdness of Night Vale as if it is nothing out of the ordinary never fails to make me grin. Cecil is awesome.
Welp, Cecil has done it again. This tea is very, very good. It’s like a light, creamy chai that doesn’t really attack you like some chais. Instead it slowly seduces you with a smooth sip that leaves you with just a touch of ginger on your tongue. It tastes like tea, a cookie, and a hug all in one. It presents me with flavors I don’t enjoy and responds with “Of course you like it. You’ve always liked it.” and I forget I ever thought of not liking this tea.
On to Night Vale. Once again, I’m going in alphabetical order, so that means I’m starting with the Apache Tracker.
“Can you believe this guy said he used ‘Indian magics’? What an asshole.”
For those unfamiliar with the Apache Tracker, he was a white man (apparently Slavic in origin) who wore a huge and cartoonishly inaccurate, horribly offensive Native American headdress. (thank you Night Vale wiki!)
This brew is dark. Dark, dark, dark. I can really only taste the toasted mate, everything else fades away. Okay, maybe there’s the hint of chocolate and maybe a nut or two, but…this is MATE. Ah well. I enjoy mate, but much like its namesake, this tea pretends to be something it isn’t.
Hey, Wallace, do you rock or suck?
Wallace is the last stop in my Scott Pilgrim sampler journey. It’s been a good journey with some high points and some really low points. But I’m glad for it, if only for the awesome tins ;).
Wallace is hands-down my favorite character of the series. He’s great and reminds me of a friend back home. He’s a gossipy bitch and I adore him for it. I also love that he’d gay without it having to be overly stated or addressed. He’s simply Scott’s gay roommate. Every time I get drunk, I have to say “GUESS WHO’S DRUNK?”, find some keys, and throw them at my wife.
She puts up with a lot, folks.
As for this tea, I’m apprehensive. Chocolate and passionfruit? And I find Adagio teas too bitter and astringent, so I’m a little scared of their irish breakfast.
Dry, it smells like dark chocolate or bittersweet chocolate chips. Steeped, it smells…dark. I dunno. Rich and heavy and an undertone of chocolate.
Okay. Wow. It’s a complex sip. At the front of the sip is strong black tea, overwhelming everything, but then the passionfruit begins to peeks though. The flavor left on the tongue is chocolate with a hint of fruit.
It’s…interesting. But it doesn’t really blend well. I can see the chocolate mixing with the irish breakfast, or the irish breakfast and the passionfruit, but the mixture of passionfruit and chocolate chip is a little stomach-turning.
That was a test, Wallace and you failed. Boo.
Stephen, I dearly hope you taste better than you smell.
Stephen is great. Always panicking, a nervous wreck, he can’t even decide if he wants to be with Julie. Which, please. Aubrey Plaza? You want to be with her, trust me.
The scent of this tea dry is spicy pumpkin spice, heavy on the spice. Steeped…well. It smells like sweet potato that’s been left out for a day or two. So I really hope the taste is much better.
And it is! Thank goodness. You can really taste the spices and the toasted mate, and the aftertaste is all sweet potato. It’s not great, but it’s better than it smells. It would probably be good as a latte, but I don’t like to keep teas that are only good as lattes, as I don’t usually have milk in the house.
Stephen Stills, I know you suck.
I was so excited about Ramona that when I got up to make this tea, I also put a mason jar of her in the fridge to cold steep.
And that came out sounding way creepier than intended >.<
My favorite Scott Pilgrim quote (and by that I mean the one I quote incessantly to my poor wife) is a tie between “Bread makes you FAT?!?” and “You know what sucks? Everything.”
Scott, Scott, Scott. You’re a loser and a bit of a jerk, but I love you. Your life is a long story filled with sighs and I wish I could live in it. I did live in it for a while! For three months I lived on the couch of the best gay roomie ever (who actually reminds me of Wallace), who helped support me when I didn’t have a job or a direction in life.
The scent of this is juicy and fruity dry, but brewed you get the undertone of caramel. On a purely visual note, the osmanthus in the leaf brewed up so pretty, a million little flowers.
Taste-wise….meh. It’s caramel and peachy, but Adagio’s black tea base brews up so, so bitter, even at a lower temperature. This might be one I save for cold brewing. It uses more leaf and it keeps the tea from getting too bitter.
Boo, Scott. I had higher hopes for you. If this tea had a face, I would punch it.
I heard Ramona sing…
Ramona is a girl after my own heart. Like me, she’s an American living in Toronto. At one point in the movie she has pink hair, like me. And, you know, she has, like, eleven evil exes…like me XD.
And, the girl has a butt-ton of tea.
“We have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment and… earl grey.” (Though girl lives in Toronto and needs to up her looseleaf game)
So when I looked at the ingredients and spotted berry and cinnamon, I fell in love. Two of my favorite flavors, I just hope they play well together. The scent of the dry leaf is all cinnamon, but the steeped tea smells like blackberry. Hrmm.
Oh my glory. It’s blackberry pie in a cup. I always add a pinch of cinnamon to my blueberry pies and this reminds me of that. But it’s not a generic berry, it is very firmly a blackberry flavor. The flavor seems to take over and fill your entire mouth and oh my god I am in lesbians with it. (I know it’s an obvious joke, but it needed to be said). If you are on the fence about trying the Scott Pilgrim sampler set, get it for this tea alone.
So if I have any more caffeinated teas, I’m going to bounce right off the walls, so I reached for one of my new herbals instead. I love these tins, I love love love them. And I’m also very pleased with the sachets inside…they smell so good. Definitely going to pop a few of these into my purse for steeping on the go.
Next time I’ll go for a longer steep, but this is still lovely. So lovely. It’s not overly floral, nor is it artificial-tasting. It’s delicious and juicy and just the littlest bit tart. A lovely way to end this tea-filled day.
This is impossible.
How can this be?
No, seriously. How is this not a cinnamon chai? His attack is fireballs. Maybe I’m too obvious, but that’s the tea I think of when it comes to Matthew Patel, and I think of Matthew Patel a lot. He’s my favorite evil ex (Roxy is a close second), and for the longest time “Slick” was my ringtone. It’s the first part of the movie that makes you stop and go “what….the….fuck is happening?”
Anyhoo, this tea smells good, all nutty and orangey and, well, christmassy. The taste follows through, it tastes like a good tea to have around the holidays, all warm and inviting and comforting. But it’s not Matthew Patel to me and I have more than enough Christmas teas.