(Tea review coming…travelogue first.)
Back in the 80’s, Precious Moments was a thing … little doe-eyed, childlike characters on posters and figurines. The artist, Sam Butcher, created a Sistine-Chapel-ish attraction in a remote rural area that in its heyday, was a tour bus mecca for collectors. It’s still open, on a much smaller scale, and a ten-minute drive from my front door.
There’s an Italian restaurant on the grounds that used to be the Precious Moments Convention Center—Chef Aleks is Albanian and puts a very non-Olive-Garden touch on his specialties. I could just order a cup of his chicken marsala sauce and drink it like soup.
Anyway, we trekked that direction for Sunday lunch and I came home full of carbonara and chilled to the bone because it’s a bit of a hike from the parking lot. (Crazy weather—snow Wednesday, 55 F yesterday a.m., tornado warnings in the evening, mid-30’s with wind like daggers today).
So, too full to eat dessert, I drank it. Now the tea. I have reviewed this a couple of times, and my experience continues to be good. Almond-y teas tend to be a little finicky for me, but so far, this one hasn’t been a bit bitter, even with inattentive steeping. It it is creamy and you know that moment when you’ve held a delicious almond sugar cookie in your mouth and it reaches the melting point? Yeah. That’s this tea.