1917 Tasting Notes
This morning I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, and then couldn’t really sleep after that. Bleh!
So its gonna be another sleepy day, and, whats worse, a busy day. This calls for tea.
Boy I love this blend. Its perfectly autumnal, and as its now nearly spring time I figured I should get on the ol drinking of it, before my internal seasonality meter goes nuts.
But its just so beautiful, with the almond and cranberry wrapping around each other, making everything taste grand.
A perfect start to Friday.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I had strange and intense dreams, not upsetting enough to be nightmares, but not calm enough to let me rest fully. Plus there was a loud noise in my house in the middle of the night, and I then had to lay awake wondering if I was about to be murdered. (Spoiler alert, I was not murdered).
So that means I needed a proper cuppa this morning, and I turned to this.
Boy do I like this Earl. Its a wonderfully balanced thing, just a kiss of bergamot, and a beautiful tea base to it all. It is, quite possibly, my favorite Earl I’ve ever encountered. I will certainly bring more of it in when I’ve finished this pouch. And when I’ve finished other teas as well. The ol cupboard needs pruning.
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.