2009 Tasting Notes
Just after kind and loving tea friends helped to re-stock my pantry, we hit a hot weather stretch that makes hot cuppas a little less appealing. HOWEVER, this tumbler-full got neglected at work (our school district had seven buildings tornado-damaged, so it’s chaos professionally too) and after icing it down at lunchtime, I discovered a real treat! Almost milkshake flavor. SimplyJenW, thanks!
Was able to carve out a very few brief moments to enjoy this at my parents’ farm yesterday before a day full of packing, power washing, and insurance headaches. I think I may be getting my chops back - could really enjoy the dark, cocoa essence that I’ve been reading about.
In case you need to know, it is impossible to put one’s life completely back together from scratch in three weeks working 14-16 hour days. Therefore, since it’s a lost cause anyway, I am going to resolve to carve out a little time to restore with a cuppa and a good book (right now, I’m hanging on to my Good Book for dear life) every day. Life can wait.
Thanks again, Doulton, for providing this lovely respite-in-a-pouch.
A post-storm gift from SimplyJenW that was much appreciated on my new, hopefully very temporary, 40-mile commute. I don’t know if research can confirm that trauma messes with your taste buds, but I’ve been having trouble picking up subtleties in what I’ve been drinking. Can sure tell there’s some Assam in here, which was a real treat.
Taking a break from household reconstruction to flit online and discovered this review is posted: http://www.itsallabouttheleaf.com/2213/tea-review-mark-t-wendell-hu-kwa-lapsang-souchong-2/
Incidentally, the cup in the profile picture survived the storm; it’s handle didn’t. :(
This may be the only tea I get to rate for a while—it’s in my mom’s kitchen, and because of the F4 tornado in Southwest Missouri, my collection … uh … may be steeping the entire Missippi River.
What really matters, is we are safe because of miracles. God’s protection is amazing. The first person to meet us at the door of the hotel where we refugeed said, “Would you like a cup of tea?”