2078 Tasting Notes
I don’t usually start a tasting note with “I’m disappointed,” but I am. I had high expectations for this. First cup I had at work and it tasted like Dawn dish soap, but I blamed that on poor break room dishwashing. Tried it again from home, and the first few sips were OK. Black tea first, then the strawberry. But as it cools, it’s bitter and there’s the dish soap again. Ah, well. Just part of a sampler, so I don’t have to feel guilty about disliking an entire box.
Can’t drink an Ahmad tea without thinking about our good friend K S … wish I could say things as kind about this tea as I would about him!
Dagnabbit. Lost a whole tasting note. OK—rerun in 25 words or less:
Turyaga Very Berry. Valentine gift tea chest from The Enabler (hubby). Exceeded expectations. Gentle green tea and strawberry-blueberry flavor that was fruit punch, not tart. (That’s 26, but I hyphenated so I get the bonus deduction.)
Ever forget you had a box of tea shoved in the back of the cabinet? No, surely not you.
I rediscovered this last night, then immediately left to oversteep while I was cat wrangling (they have an evening monkey hour and engage in all kinds of mischief). I don’t generally add milk to fruity teas, but I did, and it was delicious. Apple pie a la mode.
I am done with winter. For that matter, I’m done with February and it’s barely gotten started. Therefore, I attempted a cup of spring this afternoon. This green/cherry blend makes me think “cherry blossom” rather than “cherry soda pop” (actually, it made me think a little about lilacs) and may need a little coddling—I was a sloppy steeper, didn’t wait for the boiled water to cool, and the base turned a little bitter. I anticipate this improving with practice and better attention.
I’m learning that Basilur’s flavor strategy is subtle and elegant. I don’t have an elegant bone in my body but I admire elegance when I see it. In this case, the cranberry sneaks up behind the tea instead of leading the parade. Fruity, not tart. Perfect to savor on a quiet Christmas afternoon. Hope your day was savor-worthy, too.
Just after I got fond of this as an open-yer-eyes, boot-your-sagging-carcass out the door morning tea, it disappeared locally. Well, it appeared locally—a five-box case of it, mind you—under my Christmas tree this morning. Good gifts (not extravagant, good…there’s a difference) are my husband’s love language. I may just survive January and the seasonal affective mugwumps.
An Advent Calendar treat again; perfect for a quiet afternoon as our household settles down for a deliciously introverted Christmas. (That’s not a bad thing: married an only child, had an only child, there just aren’t many of us to make noise.) The cats are safely tucked in and curled up in their favorite spots, house smells like candles and cookies, and for a few shining moments, all the laundry is done.
That’s a long preface for a short tea commentary. The green base is light, thin and slightly sweet. The popcorn is , well, perfectly popcorny. Scent is sweet and toasty. Lovely.
I’ve had a time chasing down a picture and company-provided description of this tasty afternoon tea—at the moment, what I’ve pulled in to the description is a picture of the gift box in which this is enclosed. What we’ve got is a tasty, not-too-heavy gentle black tea with strawberry and vanilla notes. Something you’d serve in Grandma’s teacups, although it was sufficiently tasty in a mug.
Also something I should’ve served this morning, when I took a tea party to my church kids. Nothing fancy, just an electric kettle and a cherry-wood box of bagged assorted oddments—flavors I thought would appeal to 10-year-olds. The big winners: Bigelow Eggnogg’n, Salted Caramel and White Chocolate Peppermint. (I told you, nothing fancy.) Oh, and one renegade who loved Tazo Wild Sweet Orange.
My girls were priceless when they walked in: “You brought real tea! Oh, and it’s in a fancy box!” Doesn’t take much to let young’uns know you love them. I think I need to do this more often.
I’ve had a lot of “candy cane” teas over the years that were just a renaming/relabeling of something already peppermint. Adagio does a better job of pulling in the creamy candy part. Reminds me of those puffy peppermints that come in a tub that melt in your mouth.
I love textured mugs—something to rub your thumbs on while you’re enjoying the aroma, and I’m sure this tastes much better because it’s in a raised holly-pattern Pfaltzgraff mug thoughtfully gifted by a friend.