2614 Tasting Notes
I truly don’t know how old my few remaining scraps of Foxtrot are…but it still has a little spring in its step. Chamomile and rooibos (and it never seemed to be obnoxiously roo-ie in this blend) with a little mint to give it some lilt and a little vanilla to provide some natural sweetness that doesn’t coat your tongue like licorice.
Foxtrot was one of my first “fancy” tea buys—oh, mercy—in the mid 90’s, maybe? (No, what I’m drinking isn’t from the first batch!) But Adagio has done well to keep it in their lineup as a nightcap staple.
(Do I get points for a complimentary review ? ;)
I’ve worked my way through nearly a full box of Juniper Mint Honey since the first of the year, but gave it a summer hiatus—the honey didn’t appeal to me on ice.
However, the honey, which is the aspect I care for the least in the trio, is downright pleasant tonight. I’ve got a cup sitting next to me, windows open, and the cool breeze is blowing honey scent my way. Were it not for the mint and juniper to cool it down, I’d say it reminded of sweet and sticky baklava.
Recommended if you want an inexpensive change of pace from conventional lemony-minty herbal nightcaps.
Happy fall! It arrived bang on time here with a cold front and welcome gray skies with some much-needed moisture, even if it was barely a drizzle.
I think excitement over the relief from a relentlessly hot summer made the last of this bag taste better—rooibos laced with orange, ginger, and a little vanilla, steeped far longer than recommended—close to 10 minutes instead of four. When it was new last winter, I couldn’t coax any pastry aspect out of it at all, and I couldn’t this time, either, but it was still gently sweet and spicy on a cool evening.
One of our favorite weekend goodies has always been those Pillsbury frosted orange rolls in a can. Savoy has captured the scent perfectly and the flavor pretty doggone close. This morning’s cup was a little heavy on the cinnamon, but I think it was sloppy scooping on my part—I didn’t snag much orange peel in the spoon.
Many, many years ago, when Snapple was just a baby niche market product, they had an unsweetened cranberry tea that my husband loved. The gold standard for all flavored tea as far as he was concerned—nothing has ever measured up properly. Bottled, oversweetened tea won’t do; neither will the chemical-and-hibiscus cocktails some try to pass off as genuine cranberry flavor.
As of this morning, we might have found a close substitute. It’s a beautiful tea replete with real cranberry shards and safflower petals. Wasn’t abusively, tongue-shriveling tart thanks to the safflower, and the fruit was genuinely fruity. Smells a little muffin-y in the cup. I have the leaves from our morning pot steeping in the fridge. We’ll see how it does cold.
After a furlough of several years, Oliver Pluff came to our house yesterday, courtesy of thoughtful husband and our 37th anniversary. Oliver tells me that 15 cases of this lovely Congou were pitched overboard at the Boston Tea Party. Independence is a laudable goal, but oh, what a waste!
The first couple of sips after a four minute steep worried me—even though it was a beautiful roasted mahogany color, I wasn’t getting anything but “just tea.” But allowed to rest for a few minutes, the flavor caught up with the appearance: deep, autumn-fruity, black cherry. You know those old museum-quality still life paintings with urns of fruit against a dark background? This tastes like what those look like.
Another surprise selection from one of the little art shops on the Carthage MO square! This is my first outing with the looseleaf version of Charleston Breakfast. You can catch the subtle, mildly wheaty notes much better when it’s liberated from the bag. Light and smooth, even at a longer steep (4:00 today).
Lifting some text from the label: A long steep is worth the wait for this classy and unique dessert tea! Tart apples, rich walnuts, and sweet marshmallows combine to create a flavor reminiscent of apple cake. Guess how long the recommended steep is: 25 minutes! I thought it might be a misprint, but after checking out the packet contents, which look exactly like the photo, I decided to give it a long bath while I was taking one myself.
It performed exactly as advertised: tart, juicy apple tempered by marshmallow and nuts. We’re still doing the summer-autumn temperature teeter-totter and today tilted toward summer, so a slightly cooler evening cuppa didn’t hurt.
This is going to be a lovely autumn evening beverage, but only for those rare ones when you’re not in a hurry.
This one’s for the Queen. Husband originally found the tin at Tuesday Morning some time ago and thought I’d get a giggle out of the royal warrant. Which I did, and then I discovered why it earned the honor: superbly malty and toasty with enough strength to open one’s eyes of a foggy morning. If the quantity of repeat reviews reflects how much one likes a tea, I haven’t done it justice, but there’s not much to say beyond I love it and I’m saddened to see the bottom of the tin approach.