This tea is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma! (With apologies to Churchill and the Soviets – but it’s true.)
In the tin: smells like bacon – and very strongly, too. The Boy even said so unprompted.
In the cup: smells like a forest fire.
In the mouth: it is like drinking a spirit or concept of tea – like a dream about tea. My taste buds were grasping for the flavor as it slid down my throat. What is it? What am I tasting? The more I try to taste it the more ethereal it becomes. Trying to analyze this tea is like trying to grab sand.
So it’s all Elizabeth Taylor in the tin & cup but all Greta Garbo when you drink it. Naturally, you want to keep on drinking it…
BTW, my very first taste of this was not as a brewed tea but pulverized and mixed, with some nice sea salt, into a good butter which was then spread on a baguette. Incredible. The salt really enhanced the smoky flavor and it was gobbled up in a flash. I’m looking forward to more culinary experimentation with this one.
