1103 Tasting Notes
Strong and malty, just what I had in mind from a straight black and now it’s gone.
Now, I’ve been gone so long that I am not sure where I am in terms of sip downs.
500? 800? 300?
I was monitoring here and on my laptop before it died, so hmmm. Maybe google can help.
Google helped to some extent, but I still don’t have a definite number. And I did find a most unpleasant bunch of people on a tea blog, who may well know their teas, but wow.
It’s more than a bit bewildering that when I typed Paris into The steepster search field, This only only came up on *page seven.” What, really steepster? Is this not one of the most known teas EVER?
Aging but tasty.
Thank you to the kind person with the beautiful print penmanship who shared this sample with me eons ago.
Well, lookee here what I found!
This morning, when I was ready to put the kettle on, I was really in the mood for one of Anne’s glorious creations. It didn’t really matter to me which one, but I was in the mood for
A 52teas that l rate as stellar.
This is one of them.
Lovely rich black base. Hints of bergamot on a river of vanilla.
Start the day right!
After several days of blueberry and coconut, I wanted a straight black. Somehow, I pulled this one out, thinking that the Jin jun mei here would be more prominent with the ripe puerile acting as a delicate accent. Nope, in this cup, the puerh is right in your face.
I think I will add some Jin jun mei to my next cup of this to tone it done.
Note to self—When you crave a straight black, do not steep something with a good dose of ripe puerh.
I miss Liquid Proust and his presence here. And his experim-ents.
I’ve just come back from the laundromat with clean bedding. Now, I’ve made up my bed with fresh flannel sheets and yay!Yes, I know it’s April, but even though our days here are glorious, the nights are still cool and I need all the things.
There was a woman in the laundromat washing and drying her duvet and comforter in preparation for storing them away till next fall/winter, but that’s not me. Not yet, anyway. We could still get snow. And even if we don’t, I want to be toasty.
Now, I am exhausted.Even still, it always amazes me how rewarding and comforting it is to have a freshly made bed.
Such a simple lovely kind thing we can do for ourselves.
now about this tea. I’ve decided that rather than equal parts blueberry and coconut, the coconut adds a sweet buttery softness to the blueberry.
How are you spending your days, people?
This cup may be more flavourful when cold. Or maybe this cup is stronger or less diluted. Or something. Either way, I detect the slightest bit of generic red fruit and possibly, the barest whiff of vanilla. Maybe. Or it could be my imagination, wishful thinking,
That said, I stand by my previous descriptor of nondescript. A more positive spin may be super subtle. Super super subtle. Maybe even add another super or two to that.
Now that I am back, the charm of steepster is quickly sucking me in. Will I ever read a book again?