Eight at the Fort, you win.
I dropped the temperature like it was hot [hahaha, I crack myself up] down to 180 and the difference was exponentially better. There’s still some bitterness to it that rides on the swallow, but it’s much weaker in this cup, and therefore more manageable for me. I get some astringency from it, but not as much as I have from some other teas.
There’s some maltiness at parts, but it’s very light and it comes and goes. On the whole, I’d almost call it yeasty. In fact, it kind of reminds me of bread. It’s got a savory quality to it, but also a fleeting sweetness. Kind of like challah.
Eight at the Fort is a nice, solid tea. It’s not plain, but in the way that it doesn’t rely on any additional flavoring or frills like other teas do, it stands firm. It’s your favorite cable-knit sweater. The kind of tea that you drink when you aren’t necessarily seeking anything specific, but want something you like.
