1102 Tasting Notes
I was right, this is so, so good iced.
Despite the fact that it’s February and we live in Toronto, our building is painfully hot. Painfully. So I’ve been opening all the windows and today I really just needed a light, sweet tea to soothe my dehydrated, hot self.
This tea hits the spot. Oh my goodness, it is so good. Sweet strawberry and just a hint of tangy citrus…oooh, we have some limes in the fridge, I should add them. I gave most of this cold brew to my bestie, so I’m left with a single cup of my own…but yum. What a cup. This will be a staple, come summer.
I have no idea how I feel about this one. On one sip, it’s “blegh” but on the next it’s “mmmm”. I actually let this cup get cold and I like it a lot, lot more. Hmm. It’s very creamy and the earl grey is kind of calm and quiet in the background. Every time I go to look into my cup, I’m compelled to look away, and as I think about this tea, my head fills with a loud buzzing static…what was I talking about again?
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.