1965 Tasting Notes
I have been parsimonious long enough. I hoarded some Christmas funds and waited (f-o-r-e-v-e-r; I have needed some new tea for so long!) to place an order timed to arrive at the most seasonally depressing time of my year.
And yay! It’s here! New packets to paw through! First up was this really nice, mild Assam. Sweet and creamy, not a nip of bitterness. Not fruity, exactly; but some of you use raisiny to describe black teas and that might apply here.
I’d think about it some more, but…well, it’s gone. Turned out to be a guzzling tea instead of a sipping one.
Let me commend Single Origin Teas to you—very reasonably priced teas and speedy shipping—-worth a look, especially for black tea Steepsters.
Boston Tea continues to impress with its reliable and adequate line of bagged teas. Quick, unpretentious, easy steepers, all of them. This EB is bright and crisp and brassy; not much going on in the bass line, but that makes stopping for milk unnecessary. A good morning grab-n-go.
Half a tumbler left. I shall revel in its adaquacity. (Thank you, News Radio, for one of my favorite unwords ever.)
Downed a cup and a half before breaking down and actually peeking at the ingredients I couldn’t identify…odd that I’m not overfond of rose, jasmine, or bergamot individually, but together and with a light touch, they combine to make a properly civilized and elegant cuppa.
Anne Perry, one of my new favorite authors (she’s been around a while), writes a Victorian mystery series about detective Thomas Pitt, who married above his station. His wife, Charlotte, relies on her proper society connections and adventurous Aunt Vespasia to assist Thomas in infiltrating the ugly underbelly of the London uppercrust. I would proudly pour up a pot of this for either of the ladies.