There is no balance in this tea. No harmony or joy. Just jasmine, jasmine, jasmine. I now know what it’s like to drink perfume. That is not something I ever wanted to know. Yet now I do.
Unlike the lucky reviewer before me whose sample tasted mostly of cherries, like I had wished mine would taste, my sample was predominately jasmine flowers, no cherry, a hint of vegetal bitter green and whole lot of NOPE
Frankly I’m thankful. Spring Fest was actually a huge contender among the teas I wanted to order in my last rivertea purchase. At the last minute, right before checkout I took it out of my cart with the hopes that, given RiverTea’s usual practice of picking out similar, thoughtful tea samples, that I would see it in my order anyway. My hoping paid off! In that sense at least. Unfortunately, and very fortunately -seriously, I can only imagine how upset I would be if I actually spent money on tea that makes me physically recoil in horror – I hate this tea. Okay hate is a strong word. Intensely dislike. Better. I intensely dislike this tea. And so does my nephew. But luckily my little tea snob in the making will drink anything. He drank the whole pot -with a bit of rock sugar – for me like a champion. Good lad.
Flavors: Jasmine
