Canton Tea Club Week…oh, heck, I’ve lost track.
The full story on this stuff can be found here: http://www.cantonteaco.com/blog/2012/11/canton-tea-club-week-7-hawaii-forest-white/
Jane Pettigrew waxes all Voltaire-like over the stuff – far better than I ever could.
I did, however, do a write-up of last year’s batch, which can be found here: http://steepstories.com/2011/09/09/missing-the-forest-for-the-teas/
But enough linkies, my take.
I’ve had a s**t day. (See, nowhere near as poetic as Pettigrew.)
Between work and last-minute dashes to pick up a far-flung paycheck, and another dash to a far-flung bank – followed by grocery shopping – I was exhausted. Top that off, and I still had a NaNoWriMo project to contend with when I got home. Oh yeah, and a screamingly hungry cat.
When I saw this in the mail, my beaten brow beamed. Half-hour later, I brewed 8oz. of it up – boiled to perfection. It differed from last year – less butter, more grape, and all-around tropical. I also prefer it to last year’s crop, which was already near perfect in my eyes.
As I write this, I’m currently on steep…uh…three? Four is currently brewing. Just the fuel this writery-type needed.
