2339 Tasting Notes
Well, color me surprised.
This was sent as a sample in a past David’s order, and it lived, ignored, in my samples bowl, for quite a while. But tonight I am determined to make a dent in the tea collection, and so out it comes!
And it smells amazing. Like totally a sweet strawberry parfait with a creamy yogurt sweetness.
As happens sometimes with David’s blends, the smell is richer than the taste, but its actually a really pleasant fruit infusion. I’m enjoying this cup way more than I thought I would. Well done, Davids!
I had this as an after lunch cup, and remembered why I hadn’t drunk this for a while.
Its just not particularly memorable. I was hoping for a rich layered symphony of tea and creamy vanilla, but I can’t say it delivers. Its just an oolong with the faintest hint of something sweet, but nothing distinct, and nothing memorable.
What is it with me and Earl Greys? (Grays? Oh well.) I should like them! They’ve got a lot of my favorite flavors (black tea, citrus), but I never quite sit square with them.
And this one? I should love this one! My love of fruity black teas is very well documented, but I find myself falling almost completely flat with this. I’m afraid I find this somewhat soapy in my mouth, not a rich and sweet berry at all.
Bleh, your lordship. Bleh.
My significant other and myself have a merry little argument about which is worse, excessive heat or excessive cold. He maintains that winter is the worst, and that he hates to be cold more than anything. But his level of whining when its hot gives lie to that.
I maintain that summer is the worst, especially around here. The sky is painful, and there is nothing you can do, when you are outside, to make things cooler for yourself. Its all suffering all the time. In the winter there are sweaters, and scarves, and tea. Warming up is easier than cooling down.
This is my round about way of saying its going to be 105 today, and so I’m drinking this fruity cup of tea, and then resigning myself to a fate of no tea for most of the rest of the day.
I am challenging myself to drink the teas that have not yet been tasted. I’ve got plenty in my cupboard that I either haven’t tried or haven’t logged, and thats nonsense. Now that my stress has dropped so drastically, I should enjoy my pleasures again.
So I’m giving this one a whirl, and, well, erm.
I was hoping for carrot cake with a creamy layer of cashews, both of which are flavors I dearly love. Those flavors are why I risked the dreaded coconut.
But the coconut is winning, obliterating the cashews and cowing the carrot into the background. If there was anything that even sort of tasted like cake, its gone now.
I’m afraid this does not move me.