1965 Tasting Notes
K S shared a little envelope of the dragonwell from this Teabook installment. Having learned my lesson (premeasured packets), I didn’t overdo on the cup size this time. The dry leaf is really powdery. Left a nice little green Christmas wreath at the bottom of my cup. A little leaf doesn’t bother me, but if you don’t like that, be forewarned.
Aesthetics aside, the tea itself is very, very good. Green tea doesn’t get a lot of attention at my house, but dragonwell is my favorite, and this is a tasty representation of that variety—summer hay and lip-lickingly sweet. This is one to save until the absolute dead of winter when you need a small cup of spring.
This was a tasty departure from my usual kick-your-fanny-out-the-door black tea rut. Somewhat lighter than a builders’ tea—had a nice toasty, bready feel to it. My sample from K S came in a little pre-measured packet, probably measured for a slightly smaller mug than I used today; a little extra strength/less water would have made it even more pleasant.
The Enabler (aka my husband) saw me fondling this at an out-of-town trip to World Market and just silently put it in our cart. I love him.
My tea-newbie love affair with Republic of Tea, back when I was just a beginner, had generally cooled off, but this has stoked the fires again. Blueberry rooibos isn’t anything new to flavored tea fans, but add the caramel and vanilla and this becomes pie-sweet and velvety textured. As always, first cup with no additives; next time, milk to make it blueberry crumble with sweet cream.
Remember Sheldon’s itchy brain? I am hopelessly scratching at a dozen unresolved tasks and issues, NONE of which I can do a confounded thing about this evening.
In hopes of soothing said itch, I made a strong cup of tulsi. just bulk bin stuff, but it is warm and lemony and soothing to the body. Hoping for a similar effect on the mind soon.
Ha-ah! Found some! Granny Smith juice up front, a hint of burnt sugar in the back. Another one that may improve more with a little dairy and sugar, but I’m far too schleppy to get up. (Reveling in the dregs of a decadently quiet holiday weekend: tree up, cat snoozing on my lap, “Fiddler on the Roof” cranked up loud. L’chaim!)
Breaking in to the distressingly dwindling hoarded stash this morning: can now find PG Tips bagged locally, but not loose leaf. But some cold mornings, strong, sharp, stout builders tea is the only thing that will do. Like when it’s your week to teach seventeen fifth and sixth graders who are post-Thanksgiving sated, have been cooped up inside during a four-day weekend because of a multi-day deluge, and pre-Christmas hepped. Praying for grace and a sense of humor!