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drank Florence by Harney & Sons
158 tasting notes

Hail, St. Patrick; we who are about to destroy ourselves on an early pubcrawl in hideously bad weather to celebrate your name…salute you.

Yeah, doesn’t quite have the ring of the original, but it captures the foreboding feeling I have listening to freezing cold rain splattering against my window, while I eyeball the clock and am forced to confront the fact that, yes, in four hours, I am going out. Hoh-boy.

Something…reassuring…was in order, here. Why not try Florence, finally? I have fond memories of that city. Eight months or so out of the year, my mother and stepfather live in a tiny villa on the side of a mountain overlooking the Mediterranean on what is known as the Cilentan Coast, in the Province of Salerno, within the Comune di Sapri, and a bunch of other divisions I can’t be bothered to remember sorting out. It’s nice. Peaceful. There are goats and hairpin turns winding through mountainside towns of a variety that you do not get in the United States, because if you had them here, there would be incidents resulting in cars on rooftops every other Thursday. Somehow that does not seem to happen there, regardless of the fact that every other person you glimpse behind a wheel appears to be one thousand years old and half-blind.

Anyway, I digress. Off to Florence I go, when the goats no longer hold my interest. Hop a train, and bam: buona sera, Ponte Vecchio!

For those of you interested, the very best way to see Florence is not, in fact, to get a hotel room, but to rent one of any number of widely available private apartments just off of the very same Palazzo della Signoria mentioned in the description of this tea. There are a ton of them, and they are available, in the off-season, on what passes for the cheap when you’re talking euros (which means not so cheap anymore, alas).

Anyway, I cannot for the life of me recall having had hazelnut hot chocolate in Florence, but there IS a little chocolate and pastries cafe on one of the corners of the Palazzo called Rivoire that…

…mmm….Rivoire…

…wait, what?

Anyway, enough about Italy. This tea is escapist enough to be worthy of the moniker even if the flavors it so expertly captures are not flavors I immediately associate with that city. I prefer this tea hands down to the plain chocolate blend from them that I’ve also sampled…something in the hazelnut really gives the tea depth, and without it the nose would not be nearly as special. It has the balance I’m coming to expect from a flavored H&S tea, and all in all I’m pretty pleased with having selected it to restore my resolve to march out into the worst weather ever in search of a perfectly-poured Guinness.

Preparation
205 °F / 96 °C 3 min, 30 sec
Ricky

Oh those cliffs and turns. I don’t know how the Italians do it! Those tiny roads enough for one car and traffic goes both ways on it! It’s insane. Ponte Vecchio! I was living a bridge away from it. Nice morning stroll down to it =]

sophistre

Yes…traffic goes both ways and you get the little Vespa-sized scooters weaving in between…my mother calls the mosquitos, not just for the noise they make, but also because clouds of them swoop around you when you’re driving, and they drive her crazy!

That bridge really is something else. It has to be seen to be believed…preferrably in the evening, when the light in the windows on all of that jewelry is practically blinding.

I ♥ NewYorkCiTEA

Did your resolve to pub crawl stay strong? Did you find a perfectly-poured Guinness?

sophistre

My resolve did stay strong! But alas, there was no Guinness to be had…they were out. It is to weep!

I ♥ NewYorkCiTEA

How frightful!

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Ricky

Oh those cliffs and turns. I don’t know how the Italians do it! Those tiny roads enough for one car and traffic goes both ways on it! It’s insane. Ponte Vecchio! I was living a bridge away from it. Nice morning stroll down to it =]

sophistre

Yes…traffic goes both ways and you get the little Vespa-sized scooters weaving in between…my mother calls the mosquitos, not just for the noise they make, but also because clouds of them swoop around you when you’re driving, and they drive her crazy!

That bridge really is something else. It has to be seen to be believed…preferrably in the evening, when the light in the windows on all of that jewelry is practically blinding.

I ♥ NewYorkCiTEA

Did your resolve to pub crawl stay strong? Did you find a perfectly-poured Guinness?

sophistre

My resolve did stay strong! But alas, there was no Guinness to be had…they were out. It is to weep!

I ♥ NewYorkCiTEA

How frightful!

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Ohhh, I dunno. I like tea but I’m kind of a tea newbie. At this point I can say with authority that I may never be anything else, no matter how many teas I try…there is always something new out there.

I write a lot.

I also play way too many video games.


Ratings! (Bout time, wot?) This is a new arrangement, so…subject to change!

1-10: Not potable. First-sip disasters.

11-30: Intensely unpleasant…won’t catch me finishing the cup.

31-50: I really don’t like it…but maybe somebody else out there would.

51-70: Drinkable, but probably not the first thing I’m going to reach for.

71-90: Pretty good tea, and stuff that there’s a good chance I’ll have on-hand. Will do in a pinch at the low end, all the way up to regular visitors to my infuser on the high end.

91-100: Teas I really do not want to be without.

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