2380 Tasting Notes
I generally like this. Its got a cream quaility to it, and a warmth of gentle spices, but somehow my brain keeps telling me there is coconut in it, which is not my favorite thing.
Maybe I am wrong? I cant tell if its the creamy edge conjuring up that coconut flavor, or if there is coconut in it.
Hmm. Oh well!
Very strange dreams about a steampunk Pride & Prejudice, which was interesting.
I brewed up this today, paying extra attention not to steep it past four and a half minutes, which created a nice balance between the maple and the bergamot. I’m still not getting much in the way of vanilla from this, but the balance is much better today.
I am not sleeping well lately- waking up too early and tossing and turning restlessly. Bleh.
So tea has become a highly critical tool of my morning, even more than usual.
Today I didn’t want anything bitter, sharp or bright. I wanted mellow, but still enough to wake me up. Enter Golden Snail.
This is so warm, with an almost yeasty, bread taste to it. I found it to be very mellow indeed.
I love vanilla tea. Its one of my favorite things, a good vanilla black blend. I am constantly questing for them, and am formulating a theory that a company can be judged by the quality of its simple vanilla black blends.
This one leaves a bit to be desired. Its got vanilla flavor, but it doesn’t harmonize as I’d wish with the base. The base itself is a little bitter, which made the tail end of the sip not a creamy sigh, but a scrunched up sharpness.
This will not be the ultimate vanilla. The quest continues!
Do you ever just sit and think about how lovely tea is, and how happy you are to drink it, and how wonderful that there is a world of tea, a history of tea, a culture of tea?
I do. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, thinking about all the tea rooms I want to visit, the tea houses I want to experience, the books about tea I want to read. I’ve been thinking about the flavors I’ve got currently, and the ones I want to try, and the just total, enveloping niceness that is a good cup of tea.
I’m sipping this, which is full of sweet lavender today, and feeling happy that such a wonderful thing as tea exists in the first place, and that I get to share that vibrant culture with all of you.
I had two or three cups of this last night, as I worked on organizing my books and watched the Great British Bake Off on Netflix. (That show is so wonderful! I want to move right into the tent, and sit around eating cake and drinking tea all day long.)
Its still not very memorable. I think I’m largely done with Rooibos, and am especially done with buying it myself. I shall drink any given to me, but I’ll not be brining it back.
I love weekend breakfasts. Today it is a toasted English Muffin with Lavender Honey, and a pot of Lovely Capri.
This is good on a cold morning, but its good on a summer morning as well. There is something about fig blends that just transends everything for me, so warm and rich and lovely. And the touch of lemon is brilliant, keeping things from getting too heavy!
Sundays are great.