Wow, I sure have been remiss in my talking about the teas I’m drinking since I got back from LA. It’s been wacky. I’ve had a sore throat for, what, like 2 months now? My voice is shot, I still have no real job, my love life is a confusing jumble of feelings, but look out for my stupid face reacting to stuff in a major national television commercial whenever the heck it airs.
One of the words I seem to use most often to describe Romana is ‘flawless.’ Because my word, she really is superb. The dry leaves yield a fragrance redolent of soft pear, sweet and almost fluffy, like a white feathered cape, followed closely by a delicate suggestion of spice. In the cup, the scent of spice becomes more apparent. The tea has a delicate, light, and refreshing flavour, warmed by that slight undertone of spices, and a honeyed sweetness that works equally well sweetened or unsweetened. It’s also one of those teas that keeps being delicious at every temperature from piping hot to whoops-I-forgot-I-had-a-cup-of-tea cold. A little bit regal, a little bit playful, with a touch of sass. Flawless.