1873 Tasting Notes
We’ve hit one of those weird points in a tea drinkers life, where you are not sure if the tea has changed, or if you have changed instead.
I used to love this, and I still am enjoying it, but it seems weaker then it ever did before. It seems like it smells as I remember, but it brews to a pale shadow, without the peppermint and vanilla kick I’ve been craving.
I cant decide if my taste has changed, or its the taste of this tea that has changed.
One of the wonderful things about being a tea drinker is that you can wake up craving a specific tea, and then I can get up and make it.
That was the case this morning. I woke up, and instantly thought “Capri.” So I made a pot.
Ahh. This is lovely. The fig adds a gorgeous earthiness to it, but the hint of lemon and vanilla keep it from being too heavy. A lovely pot on this cold morning.
Too bad I’ve got to get ready for work and go in. I’d rather stay all day in my PJ’s, drinking pots and pots of tea!
I am really getting the mango today. For others this might be a joyful occurrence. For me, not so much. I do not care for mango, or pineapple, or any of those more tropical flavors. I don’t know why, but I’ve just never cared for them.
I’m not getting much of the oolong base, I’m afraid. Oh well.
I am nearing the end of my little tin of this chai. Its been a pleasant drinking experience, but its not something I’m going to seek out to bring back into the cupboard.
It was a good choice for this morning, a soft and gentle way to wake up on this Monday morning, which has been nuts (I was nearly rear-ended, and the social media I checked this morning all seemed to be grumpy.)
But the tea has put me in a good mood, and I’m feeling generally positive about this Monday.
A sleepy Saturday morning, where I have lounged around in my robe and ate an english muffin with homemade blood-orange curd, and brewed a pot of this.
This makes any room its in smell amazing! Thats a great thing, in my book.
I payed attention to the brew time of this, and its more as I remember it, which delights me.
Nom. This is a delicious morning.
I’m getting soft in my old age. I usually like me tea as black as a Goth’s wardrobe, with no sweetener or additives. But I found myself sipping this today and thinking that a splash of milk might not go amiss.
I mean, I still like it, even without the milk, but it might be nice, even with a little sugar.
I’m going soft, obviously.
Ooof, its cold this morning. I mean, I generally like it cold, but still.
It does make brewing and drinking tea so much easier, though. (I hate the summers, which are boiling hot, and make it so hard to drink tea!).
This is turning into a memory tea, rather than a proper love. I remember loving it, but I don’t find it quite so impressive now.
Still, it was very warming and nice today, and I’ll take it on a morning where my windows were covered in frost crystals.