1870 Tasting Notes
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.
I am really now of the opinion that this is just not my tea. If I don’t watch it like a hawk it gets bitter on me and bitter tea makes me sad.
Still! I am determined to use what I have. I will simply have to watch like a hawk when I brew this, and when I sip it down I will be very pleased with myself.
I could be serious, and have a more serious tea this morning. Or, I could embrace the fact that I had a dream about a vampire knitting club last night, and go for a silly tea. (They hand dyed all their own yarn, and most of it was named after blood types. And they knit bat-wing style shawls!)
This was very pleasant today, warm and almost a little creamy. I do love cardamom.