I can’t believe I have forgotten to review this one. Many thanks to Angel for this sample.This is my morning pot. I don’t have to be in to work till the afternoon so I’m relaxing a little bit and enjoying this tea steeped in the perfect teamaker that I saved 10 dollars on Ebay with. Is it bad that I am starting to compare other teas up to the standard of Teavivre? This one is excellent a nice caramel liquor. I would say this is more of a mellow brew. It’s not as peppery as a Keemun. It kind of reminds me of baked potatoes. Growing up our church had chicken barbecues and when it was done everyone who worked ate. There always used to be the Styrofoam cooler with the baked potatoes. I used to grab one, they were made with a little butter in the foil, peel the foil and eat it straight like an apple. That’s the way to enjoy baked potatoes. This tea is excellent! I am really starting to fully enjoy good black teas.
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MMM. (Re: tea description and potato description.)
Yum to both the tea and potatoes as well!
My church homecoming memory is of coffee, not tea. We children were not allowed to drink coffee at home, but at homecoming our neighbor, whom we called “Aint Neal” – there was no “ant” vs. “ahwnt” ’round here, would let my brother and me get coffee from the huge urn. It was mostly milk and sugar in the cup, she let us help ourselves to that, too, and I doubt we ever finished it, but it was fun to sneak a cup while Mom and Dad were working the dinner!
Ha yeah that’s where I started drinking coffee at church. Originally with a load of cream and sugar.
Ashmanra, thank you for prompting some very smile-inducing memories of our white-haired church ladies. Grandma Bacon, particularly. And Miss Estaline in the closet-sized church library, that smelled pleasantly of dust and sour pages.
I brewed this basket-style yesterday and it was yum. Angel said to do it in the Gaiwan. I am brewing the Keemun in the Gaiwan now and it is so very nice…
MMM. (Re: tea description and potato description.)
Yum to both the tea and potatoes as well!
My church homecoming memory is of coffee, not tea. We children were not allowed to drink coffee at home, but at homecoming our neighbor, whom we called “Aint Neal” – there was no “ant” vs. “ahwnt” ’round here, would let my brother and me get coffee from the huge urn. It was mostly milk and sugar in the cup, she let us help ourselves to that, too, and I doubt we ever finished it, but it was fun to sneak a cup while Mom and Dad were working the dinner!
Ha yeah that’s where I started drinking coffee at church. Originally with a load of cream and sugar.
Ashmanra, thank you for prompting some very smile-inducing memories of our white-haired church ladies. Grandma Bacon, particularly. And Miss Estaline in the closet-sized church library, that smelled pleasantly of dust and sour pages.
I brewed this basket-style yesterday and it was yum. Angel said to do it in the Gaiwan. I am brewing the Keemun in the Gaiwan now and it is so very nice…