746 Tasting Notes
maybe i’m just not in a white tea ‘place’ these days. i should probably put all of mine in the back of a drawer until i’m ready to enjoy their subtlety.
i’m a beginner, and i’m sure my appreciation of tea still has a lot of growing to do.
i steeped this one for a little tad under 2 minutes. and it’s lovely. but i’m not in love with it either.
i have nothing to say about this tea exactly. i don’t taste the chocolate covered strawberries but i WANT TO! i WISH i did.
what i wanna say is that I FUCKING LOVE STEEPSTER! i wanna spend all day here and just try all 88 of my teas in a cyclical pattern and think about art and books and movies and tell you all about them and listen to your stories and loves.
i’ve tasted a lot of teas today. all for the first time. and they have all been lovely in their own way.
i’m just not feeling very talkative is all.
here have a tiny poem.
by Richard Brautigan
With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.
“do you buy root beer and leave it opened on the dashboard of your car all day before enjoying it? well if you like your root beer flat and warm, then this is the tea for you!!”
damn i can’t remember where i saw it, but i read a review once of a root beer tea that enthusiastically read like that. and i STILL laugh at the joke today. it made an impression.
this is a tea i tasted 3 months ago and never made a note about.
i do remember finding it strange while not hating it.
but it did taste strange enough to procrastinate drinking it again. and it made my cup very dirty with lots of floaties. so clean-up was even more reason to procrastinate. and then i eventually did try it again, and again didn’t hate it.
so. ya. root beer float. didn’t hate it.
i went to davidstea in chicago, bought an ounce of this, and then went back 5 hours later and bought 2 more ounces for my sister. it’s a tea that calls out her name. and she’s the one i owe my enjoyment of tea to (well, her and british television) so i LOVE sharing all of my tea with her and giving her tiny tea gifts.
ya know, i came to log this tea, and then i IMMEDIATELY got side tracked by TheTeaFairy’s post about it
so that probably means we should just go read that instead.
besides, my nose is too congested right now to properly enjoy this tea. sad sad.
(it’s just that i have tiny scarred sinuses, it’s not a cold or anything, don’t worry.)
(i hate to think on how my sinus effect my enjoyment of tea. i’ll go irrigate i guess.)
since i found this small glass gongfu pot, i am now so excited to drink small 8oz cups of everything. one at a time. EVERYTHING i tell you!!!!
it’s the weekend. a great time to run long distances, fetishize my tea, and watch vintage sherlock.
first pouch of the ‘12 days of tea’!
but, um… i peeked!
at ALL of them!!
i did it i confess. i got the box weeks ago and immediately sat on the floor of my bedroom and opened all 12 pouches and then smelled them and then put the labels on the outside of the pouches and then tasted a few and then texted my sister about them and then took some pictures of them and then folded and clipped each little pouch closed before i organized them according to date.
(i think i steeped it too long, should have maybe stayed with the 3 min steep. i seem to remember my previous cup being lighter and sweeter in tone.)