Settling down to a breakfast of french bread and brie I am working on my second pot of this wonderfully scented tea. The aroma is akin to the finest cake frosting. Not so much in the teeth aching sugar dream but in its utterly beautiful vanilla fragrance. The leaves are that sad mix of autumn hues and still birth greens. Together they unfurl marvelously in the pot.
If you are not sold on the brewing, just let the leaves rest and they will impart their scent in such a way you’d believe that elves had been baking in your kitchen all night.
The liquid is a pleasant amber of which I like to spoil with milk. I can safely say it is a gem without. On a lighter note, this tea is very forgiving, at least with me. Upon our first acquaintance I left this darling along for 5 minutes. Horrible I know. However I did not find the brew overly bitter if it was bitter at all. All in all, it was a charming cup.