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Full disclosure: I probably didn’t put enough tea in, quite a lot of it escaped my steeping ball, and I was distracted, so didn’t get to the tea until it was very much too cold.
BUT:
The smell of this tea is otherworldly. It’s like I’m in a beautiful dream where everything is made of ice cream. There’s the SLIGHTEST black tea tinge to it, but it’s mostly: chocolate, chocolate, chocolate; mint, mint, mint. Not that I’m complaining. This is a lovely situation! The tea itself looks a little weak, and the chocolate chips leave a rather unsightly brown ring around my coffee cup. But, again, it’s not THAT big a deal. It’s the kind of ring I’d stick my tongue into my mug for when nobody was looking, and lick it off. Because you KNOW that it’s chocolate.
I suppose I was whelmed by the flavour. I’d wanted a bit more knock-your-socks-off mintiness. And I could barely taste tea at all.
Milk and sugar as usual.
I’ll try it again when I can focus on it.
I can see this tea being brilliant on Christmas morning (maybe with a splish of some minty alcohol) and in the days leading up to Christmas, but — like Starbucks’ Peppermint Mocha — I can see it getting old once the red and green and gold of Christmas have faded into the blue and white and grey of late winter.
Maybe it would be good as an iced milky summer treat, though. As a milky ice-pop, perhaps?
We’ll see.