2009 Tasting Notes
There are days—-most of you have been having them lately, too—-when refinement and subtlety and tenderly monitored steep times just don’t matter. And you get so tired and chilled that the first warm liquid hitting your dry throat and empty stomach is liquid ambrosia, brand notwithstanding.
One little bag of Red Rose did that on a beastly cold afternoon with office doors swinging open while they moved equipment in and out. I wouldn’t have preferred any other tea in the world at that moment.
This was the freebie bag in the latest RoT catalog that landed in our box. It smells luscious—like a Yankee Candle. Flavor is not unpleasant, by any means, but not getting any caramel out of it. Saw another note that mentioned hazelnut, and indeed, that’s more accurate. The ingredient list puzzled me. I have no animosity against either blackberry leaves or carob, but wondered what they’re doing in a brew with this moniker.
Ah, well—it’s warm and sweet and I’m cranky and cold. Surely it’ll help with one symptom or the other.
(However, a disclaimer here: wasn’t paying attention to steep time; I may have gotten a bit too impatient.)
Snow, ice, wind chill advisories: another week requiring solid, sensible, stout black tea. This qualifies. Not quite as strong as my old faithful PG Tips; a little keemun in there to add a little perkiness to the dark base. Requires no special steeping attention—throw it in and go. That’s always a plus.
This nearly invincible builders’ tea is reserved especially for snowy and weathery days. (Thus a small tin gifted by ashmanra months and months ago is much like Elijah and the widow’s jar of flour. Good story. You should read it.) Steeped it strong and black, let it go cold on my desk till it was stronger and blacker, sloppily heated it back up in the microwave—still drinkable and kept me propped upright all day.
So this is what I get when I sleep in an extra hour. Wake up and somebody’s been messing around with the sock drawer—the socks are still there, just jumbled up :) I’m not as browser-setting-savvy as the rest of you, but at least for uh, those of us who are no longer 18, this is a bit easier to read through bifocals.
Wish I could tell you more about this cheerful and pleasant pu-erh. It’s one you want when you’re hungry for tea, so rich and thick and sweet—-but just enough mineral in the background you remember that it’s pu-erh, not pastry. If any of you frequent Mama Jean’s in Springfield MO, it’s available in bulk there, according to the friend who supplied this to me.