The dry tea smells like you should have to pluck it out of a lucite container with provided little plastic tongs and pay five cents a piece for it. (That is to say, like penny candy.) There’s a specific piece of candy that I’m thinking of, and I have no idea what it’s called. It’s a take on the orange-and-cream as well. It’s like a long round tube of orange with a chewy white middle. Whatever, it’s awesome. And this tea smells awesome.
I tried a tepid little sample at David’s when I went to get their spring teas, but I’m not counting that as actually trying it. That’s not the same way I’d do it at home.
I’m steeping it a little heavy, but I’m also steeping it in a large cup.
I’d forgotten it was a green tea or I would have tried it earlier for a late-night kick in the pants. It has an almost distractingly buttery smell (distracting me from work, not from enjoying the tea.) Like candy again; those buttered popcorn Jelly Belly beans. Mmm…
Seriously, though, the tea itself smells like a baked treat. Maybe a mini loaf with poppy seeds in it? Perhaps a drizzle of white chocolate over top?
Mmm, there are those oily drops again. I’m thinking they must be from the white chocolate. The tea smells so much nicer in my cup than it did at David’s. It was tasty at David’s, but the tiny little sample didn’t do the smell justice. I want to pour this tea over my head and massage it into my skin.
I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around it being a green tea. I’m not geting any of the usual vegetable brothiness behind all the orange treatiness.
Ooooooh, nice! The green is 100% in the taste. It’s almost more of in the way it hits your mouth than the way I’d process it as a flavour. Instead of having the chewy baked-goods sweetness I expected in this tea, it ran its green tea farm equipment over my tongue and across the roof of my mouth. Absolutely not in a bad way, but not in a way I anticipated when I invited this tea in for a slurp.
It detracts from a little bit of the what-a-treatness of this tea, but I’ve been lured into the treat tea trap before (with Read My Lips) and I’ve managed to over-do it to the point where I had to put aside my bag of tea leaves for months at a time. (I still haven’t gone back to Read My Lips. I don’t know how far back that was.)
This is a good dessert tea to be sure, but I can also see drinking it first thing in the morning sun, sitting in the kitchen in my jammies, reading a Martha Stewart magazine or my politics-heavy Twitter feed, waiting for my daughter to wake up.
A nice tea experience to be sure.
