1965 Tasting Notes
Christmas continues. We’re finally opening up the last boxes of salvaged stored goods and our DVD of Notting Hill survived the storm. (The brownie scene is our favorite.)
So in honor of the occasion, I made a pot of this Notting Hill for breakfast and a morning of writing. Nothing new to add other than I prefer it on the lightish side; hints of smoke suit me far better than a cigar-infested cloud of smoke flavor. A good solid—masculine?—breakfast tea.
I messed this one up
- forgot how chintzy the Golden Moon sample packets were and did one cup’s worth of dry leaf in a two-cup pot before I caught my goof. Therefore, what I got was ultra-light with a little hint of grassy sweetness instead of the mellow, pineappley vibe the description teases me with. Pooh.
Golden Moon, be proud of your tea, yes, but put enough in your samples I can actually decide whether I like them or not! (Thank you for the opportunity to comment.)
I’m picky about chai … so many of them taste like strong, raw spices straight out of the rack with no tea underneath. This is a really nice exception. You can taste the Assam and the spices are accentuating, not overbearing. Little sugar, little half-and-half made for a little pleasant late afternoon break.
I love the Steepster community because most of you will understand the wonderful state of Christmas well-being created when one drinks from a Tardis mug, a gift from my son (the call booth DISAPPEARS when you fill it with hot water!) and watches the Weird Al Yankovich Al-pocalypse Tour on DVD, interspersed with brief sessions trying to manipulate my new Perplexus puzzle. Tea geek paradise.
The well-being, unfortunately, wasn’t caused by the tea itself; it was just the first bag I grabbed to try out the Dr. Who mug. No particular flavor stood up for me to take notice if it, just a tarty-citrusy amalgamation.
Happy Christmas, wonderful cups of tea, and joy to you all. I was reminded at last night’s Christmas Eve service, with candle wax drizzling down my hand and tears drizzling down my cheeks, that joy has been here all along—I just forget to look for Him.
We started a new Christmas tradition last year—now that the teenager tends to sleep till mid-morning, Mom and Dad let him and we go out for breakfast at Denny’s at the crack of dawn.
So this morning, I took my own teabag with me. (Another out-of-town find; I can get it locally, but it was a lot cheaper at Whole Foods. ) And I’m glad I did — I think this is, on my sliding and wishy-washy rating scale, the best Tazo in their current line-up.
Cocoa and orange are the predominant flavors, but the ingredient list also mentions lemongrass and chicory along with the black tea. Whatever blending voodoo Tazo does do with this works wonderfully well. Reminds me of those little chocolate-covered orange cordial sticks (weren’t they once branded as Walking Sticks?) that you could only find at the drugstore.
Our nice, bleary-eyed college-aged server brought me a mini-pot of hot water along with my cup and one bag held up pretty well for two big steeps.
Like you, my tea cupboard…and counter…and basket…is overflowing, but I could’t stand being in a different (urban) shopping venue and not picking up a couple of things I couldn’t find at home.
This was cheap, a plus, and tasty. It is exactly what it proposes to be: good black tea, vanilla, cinnamon. Haven’t tried it with milk yet, but I’m thinking that’ll “nog” it up for Christmas.
Shopping opportunities notwithstanding, it’s good to be home. After the past few months, I think home is one one of my favorite words in the whole world.
Review’s up here; t’was tasty: http://www.itsallabouttheleaf.com/2589/tea-review-the-necessiteas-orange-marzipan/
This is my second experimental tasting of this one, and I don’t know what I did the first time (overmeasured and oversteeped, probably) but even then I had good things to say about it.
This time around, I lowered water temp and steeping time considerably and I believe it’s even better. Fruit-caramelly. Yummy.