Queued post, written June 8th 2014
Recently Husband went on a sailing trip with my dad and my uncle. My uncle has a sailing boat, it and scouting are his two major interests, so he’s had it for many years. Once a year he arranges a so-called Boy Trip, where they sail to Warnemünde (Northern coast of Germany) and back to Nykøbing Falster (Southern bit of Denmark) in a weekend. It’s usually some constellation of my uncle’s son, his step-son, his step-daughter’s husband, my dad and my husband. It all depends on who can go. This year it was just the three of them. Meanwhile I had a super-boring weekend while being home alone. Weird, because normally I enjoy being home alone, I have since I was a child, but this time it was just boring with nothing to do.
Anyway, to get right to the point, my father while in Warnemünde decided to break my new tea ban and get me two pouches of tea. He doesn’t drink it himself, disliking it immensely. (and before anybody starts going “oh, but have you shown him all the different ones there are? Maybe he hasn’t ever had a good one. Nobody can totally dislike tea!” Yes they can and no I haven’t. I haven’t tasted every kind of beer in the worl either, but I still know I don’t like beer. Why must some people always ‘convert’ others cost what it may? If I was the potential convertee and I hadn’t expressed interest myself, I would find that sort of thing extremely irritating. And that was just my little soap box moment) So he found a shop and took Husband with him for advice, which was good because the first tea my father went for was a Darjeeling… I think there were a number of other unsuitable choices as well, until Husband took over and chose a couple of Assams instead. Phew! Close call there!
We’ve started on one of the pouches, letting it replace one of the every-day tins in the kitchen cupboard. These are the things reached for when Husband is making a cup of tea for himself or it’s just something to drink without requiring too much thought.
I’ve had it several times, and I’ve tried to write about it as well, but all I’ve got so far are a number of false starts. It seems to be extremely difficult to describe. It won’t unlock any of its secrets for me. So now you’re just getting what I can wrest from it. I need to move on with my life, really.
It smells malty sweet but not super-strong. Only getting a very little bit of a raisin-y note. None of the Assam-y cardboardness.
Flavourwise it’s stronger than the aroma leads me to believe, but it’s a fairly standard Assam. Quite smooth, but malty with a smidge of raisin in the background and that funny cardboard-y note throughout.
This is all I can get. Really, I would love to tell you something far more inspired, but I can’t.
And that’s fine too, really. Just because a tea doesn’t invoke huge impressions, it doesn’t mean it’s not a very good tea. Which it is.
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I didn’t know there was a teashop in Warnemünde. Neat. That was one of our ports on the Cruise Ship. The ppax mostly went to Berlin, while we hung out at the beach, stocked up on dry goods etc, searched for WiFi and generally hung out, but I have nice memories of the place!
How sweet of your dad to buy you tea! :)
My Danish family only drinks bagged Pickwick.
Marzipan, so does mine. It’s not exactly a culinary experience, is it?`:)
yyz, I didn’t know either, but then I’ve only been there once. That was at V. Early O’clock in the morning to see the ferry leave without us. We had missed it by just a few minutes, so we got to see it leave the harbour. Yay… :p
Ashmanra, yeah, but good thing he had Husband with him or it would have been Darj and EG! O.o Husband said it was a bit of a shame that they ended up with two different Assams, but he knew those were safe choice and the whole shopping experience was so weird, since my father, when Husband is along, has taken to insist on English with Husband for support (My dad’s not very good at English) in spite of the fact that he speaks excellent German. And they were in Germany! headdesk Husband said it made for a very strange shopping experience.
I can sort of imagine where you must have been! We always ended up in port there after a sea day= really long 14+ hour work day for us, so the break was welcome. I can feel for your husband having to help your father struggle on and how odd it must seem to him. When I was in Ecuador I often had to act as an interpret or for my friend Lionel ( he’s French). He had more education in Spanish and could express himself, but his comprehension of the spoken language was some what lacking and he was always misunderstanding others. It was ironic because he had years of schooling, whereas I had two weeks but frankly I got around better in the language than he did.
I didn’t know there was a teashop in Warnemünde. Neat. That was one of our ports on the Cruise Ship. The ppax mostly went to Berlin, while we hung out at the beach, stocked up on dry goods etc, searched for WiFi and generally hung out, but I have nice memories of the place!
How sweet of your dad to buy you tea! :)
My Danish family only drinks bagged Pickwick.
Marzipan, so does mine. It’s not exactly a culinary experience, is it?`:)
yyz, I didn’t know either, but then I’ve only been there once. That was at V. Early O’clock in the morning to see the ferry leave without us. We had missed it by just a few minutes, so we got to see it leave the harbour. Yay… :p
Ashmanra, yeah, but good thing he had Husband with him or it would have been Darj and EG! O.o Husband said it was a bit of a shame that they ended up with two different Assams, but he knew those were safe choice and the whole shopping experience was so weird, since my father, when Husband is along, has taken to insist on English with Husband for support (My dad’s not very good at English) in spite of the fact that he speaks excellent German. And they were in Germany! headdesk Husband said it made for a very strange shopping experience.
I can sort of imagine where you must have been! We always ended up in port there after a sea day= really long 14+ hour work day for us, so the break was welcome. I can feel for your husband having to help your father struggle on and how odd it must seem to him. When I was in Ecuador I often had to act as an interpret or for my friend Lionel ( he’s French). He had more education in Spanish and could express himself, but his comprehension of the spoken language was some what lacking and he was always misunderstanding others. It was ironic because he had years of schooling, whereas I had two weeks but frankly I got around better in the language than he did.