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I always turn to Darjeelings without thinking, or thinking they’re just another black tea. Then I notice how light they often are and — oh my — refreshing. This one is lively indeed, fresh, and I dig the clever Ineeka bag contraptions (once I figured them out).
Not cheap, but not too shabby either. I like greens in the afternoons, and this is so yummy.
Green tea and lemongrass, just the summery lift I needed on a winter’s day. (And not just any green tea, Ceylon green at that. Interesting.) Come summer, this will make a lovely iced pitcher.
I’m burning through my tin of this stuff awfully quickly. I stare into the tea cabinet and wonder what to brew, and I never think I want the Singapore Breakfast. Then I smell the vanilla, and it’s over. The blend of green and black teas is even and surprisingly stout, and the vanilla on top makes it sing. Now the indoor respite is perfect. Look at those poor fools outside the window, tromping through the old snow. Nah nah nee boo boo.
China is the land of green, I know, but I love the blacks. This was a gift from a co-worker, and it’s keeping me wide-eyed and alert during my Christmas shift today. Brews up dark and hearty, with a real caffeine kick.
A new basic green for my work afternoons. Sipping and staring out the snowless window (have fun, East Coast!). I love the melon-seed greens. So bright and vibrant, cheerful and reliable. Now I need a melon-seed person …
Well I’m impressed. A balance of earthy pu-erh, mixed with chrysanthemum that adds a not-quite-oily heft. Energizing and relaxing. Pretty awesome.
Begging your pardon: This tea promises and delivers a rose garden. Strong rosy scent, light rosy flavor plus a hint of chardonnay. Full review at http://bit.ly/3B8CT1 Thanks, Eva!
I’ve been freaking out office mates all day with this flowering tea in a glass mug. It looks a little Star Trek, it’s green tea tentacles undulating in the cup, like it could climb out and suck your brain. That’s one way to look at it I guess. It’s decent green tea with a rosy jasmine scent, too.
Day middle. Me need wake up. Work piles to do. … Snap me out of it, green tea!
At Chicago’s Drake Hotel … I expected a high-dollar hotel like this to wow me. This was fine. Nothing to make a scene about. Lovely sunny lobby, though, and a nice break in the work day.
A homemade blend with north India black tea and chunks of spices. Evenly mixed and nicely balanced — a real chai! Winning with milk on an autumnal evening.
English Breakfast with an English breakfast with American friends. This must be loaded with Keemun. I could taste the tell-tale smoke and spice. Not bad for a bag.
Autumn, possibly winter, has blown in today. Lake Michigan looks like Galway Bay today. A golden cup of Barry’s is reliable and comforting. On this side of the window, anyway.
the day will be long
pick me up, can of oolong!
(haiku shouldn’t rhyme)
A long day covering the Oprah mass on Chicago’s Michigan Ave. (http://www.suntimes.com/entertainment/television/1759379,oprah-michigan-avenue-090809.article) Must … unwind … late at night. Yummy floral chamomile. Thank you, Mother Nature. Or is that Oprah?
Got a sample of this last time I was in TG. Not bad: It’s chiefly lemon myrtle and lemongrass, but there’s a hint of vanilla behind it. Better after dinner than I expected, especially late.
Rich and dark, maltier than expected — a nice cup with the savories and sweets during afternoon tea at the Four Seasons. Happy birthday to me.
Rainy August morning. Cuppa green tea. Riding in the hobo corner, staring out the back window of the L train. Prefab Sprout’s “Steve McQueen” album. Perfect.
Four of us for afternoon tea at the pub, two big pots of this classic Irish tea. It ain’t fancy, which may be why I liked it. Surprisingly awesome with the smoked salmon.
It was a writing afternoon. I was keyed up, needed to even out. Needed fruity, minty, grassy, earthy. Got it, and how.
Udon noddles for lunch, spicy and starchy. Bring on the genmaicha! And I didn’t brew it too long, so it was finally evenly balanced, not too toasty, not too astringent. Goldilocks, just right. Take that, Tuesday!
A perfectly fine bag tea served at a restaurant this morning with a pot of tepid tap water. Boo. I’m going to volunteer to be this place’s tea sommelier.
Eating sushi at the office, al desko. I am both thrilled and horrified by the notion of oolong, cold and in a can. Then again, the simple enjoyment of this is what reminds me not to become a tea snob. It ain’t sweetened, and it ain’t soda. Huzzah!
