1983 Tasting Notes
Due to snow shoveling, paperwork shoveling, and elder care anxiety, I hit an exhaustion wall very early last night. Tried an orphan sample of this; I don’t generally like valerian, but the lemon masked it pretty well. As to its medicinal value, I was in bed by 8:00 p.m.—due largely in part to the fatigue, but this no doubt contributed.
Another one with my tasting notes now hitting double digits…statistically speaking, I wonder if I looked back at my history, wrote down the teas with XX or more tasting notes (number TBD), if it would result in The Ultimate Pantry Tea Hall of Fame list. Someday.
Just not today. Nursing a classic case of Charlie Brown seasonal THAT’S IT!!!
Wow, is this different, and if the tasting notes I’m reading are a hint, it will take several steeps to discover how different it is.
My first scent impression was grapes and chocolate. Gave it a 4 minute steep and it continues to remind me of white wine and chocolate. And a “something else” I haven’t pinpointed just yet.
Thanks to terriharplady for the sample packet and something new to think about!
Day was a little gray and grim; this provided a little internal perk-up after a long, cold run to nursing home to check on my poor little mom.
The peppermint in this one is at whisper-level; just enough to add a little bit of zing. Inexpensive and recommended if you like lemon teas that aren’t caustically tart.
Last visit, my mom’s meal-table buddy from a couple of rooms down noticed the crossword puzzle book I had brought to fidget with—I have the bedside patience of a 3-year-old. I took her two today that were just getting rumpled in the magazine rack and asked her to do me the honor of finishing them for me. Was a smiley moment to walk past her room and see her hard at them. Just a thought…do a kindness for an elder that isn’t your own. It’ll make your day.
Of late, mornings have been hard. Seasonal blahs coupled with flannel sheets that are so comfy I snoodle down under them until the absolute-last-have-to-get-up minute; so tea has been whatever I can fling into the cup and still make it out the door on time. (Looking at the weather forecast, much more snoodling ahead.)
At any rate, I took time for a good cuppa this morning. This is. Smooth and deep without being so strong you have to temper it with milk. Not a bad one in the batch of Single Origin Teas I’ve tried so far.
Flipping back through recent notes on this one, it seems to be the subconscious go-to for moments of mild creative frustration: in this case, it was losing a wrestling match with a Cricut mat that is losing its sticky (those of you who know how expensive those confounded mats are understand the need to beat them into submission until they’ve lost their last iota of tackiness).
At any rate, this lovely orange-almond green is perfect for an afternoon, slightly sweet, easy to steep. One I will chase down next trip to Arkansas.