1108 Tasting Notes
A friend of mine gave me two boxes filled with a. variety of tea bags. So sweet of her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I am a bit of a tea snob—not really as I will try almost any tea—and have mountains of loose tea at home. Mountains.
So I am housesitting, which means that I have peace and quiet, internet access and a reliable fridge to keep milk in.
This tea is ok, but just. Having been blessed with Anne’s stellar chais, this one hardly compares. But I’ll drink it because milk, winter, cold.
And Steepster, oh how I have missed you. My wifi died and then my computer died and then I couldn’t remember my passwords to come back and could not even possibly start a NEW Evol account. And then there’s been the thing of my neighbours keeping me awake for the past 5 years and me having lost the will to live in this permanently exhausted state. And my own health issues even before that started. And then, of course, this covid situation, God help us all.
But while I have wifi for now, I am back!
Do not hoard green tea. Guilty.
That said, although this tea is not from this Spring, it is still beautiful, green as in new shoot-like, sweet, buttery, and slightly nutty. Miraculously, it has preserved its character if not its depth, finer flavour layering, and longevity. Such a beautiful tea, regardless of my neglect.
This is going directly on my Spring focus pile.
Happy Easter, Everyone! And Happy Passover! And Happy Spring and all the fresh and beautiful things!
My afternoon/evening cuppa. I’ve been thinking maple a lot lately but haven’t been drawn to maple black tea as I had been overdosing on that combination not too long ago.
The woodiness of houjicha soothed by the white is an awesome carrier for the flavour mix.Still, it seems every single time I pull this tea out, I mull over whether the water for steeping needs to be hotter as per houjicha or lower as per white. Inevitably, I go with lower than boiling, as I do with all my black teas. Likely, with the temperature veering more in the direction of that for steeping green teas. I worry about the white tea becoming bitter with the hotter steep.
Regardless, my results are always delicious. So there’s that. I must be doing something right.
My tea tastes are so fickle.
Throughout most of the year, I am all over the black teas—the maltier, the better—with the occasional oolong thrown in. Then, come Spring, or what feels like Spring, boom! And I begin with one or two cups of white or green and suddenly, I am on a white and/or green roll. For as long as that lasts.
So here I am with this delight. The chai treatment on green bases doesn’t usually speak to me. Here, however, the flavouring is all nutmeg and allspice, eggnog-like, with the subtle real pear peeking through. A bit of cream. I detect the slightest bit of citrus too. The green base is present, but gentle. Gunpowder works for me, really and truly. Really a lovely thing, this.
edit—Just checked Anne’s note on the tea and ooops, no nutmeg here despite what I thought was here. To me, the nutmeg came up with the eggnog feeling of this tea. Also, the base is gunpowder and Chun Mee. Well, that apparently works for me too. :)
Another rainy day and I am grateful. The rain muffles the neighbours and calms me, a more ideal combination for sleep. Our team won again in hockey. Hurray! Less in city pride, though go Leafs go, than miraculously I did not hear the neighbours shrieking in the street all night. So YAY!Also, their kids don’t seem to be home, so blessed quiet instead of jumping, wailing, fussing, and crankiness. And I was able to sleep in a bit this morning too. YAY for that! Since these people moved in three years ago, my home has not seemed my own. Someone is there and someone is making noise all. the. time. And if not, then there is the expectation that whatever I begin doing will be interrupted by their noisy intrusion on my life. There, I’ve said it.
And thank goodness for fine tea. Really.
I apologize for my rant. Having said that, ranting, rain, and a fine cup of tea, nothing like it. At the appropriate time, a stellar combination.
Life is really something sometimes, yanno?
It’s been a long hard slog in many respects here and sometimes, I just can’t do it. Yesterday was like that. This morning too. I just wanted to shut the blinds and hide in bed. Regardless, I forced myself up and out today, though I have to admit, it was an extraordinary effort.
This is the tea that I brought with me.
Once I was out in the world, some lovely happenings happened.
Someone gave me two delicious home baked toffee cookies.
Another extremely shy someone gave me his email and suggested I keep in touch after the group that we were both in ended.
Someone else invited me to a religious service that was by chance being set up in the restaurant I was in. (I didn’t stay for it, but it was nice to be asked.)
Someone else told me that I was the most fun ever dancing partner in our cohort.
And the weather was warm and a bit wonky and humid ( but it was definitely not winter).
All of these interactions, and this tea too, were gentle and kind. Most excellent when one is feeling particularly fragile.
And as they say, tomorrow is another day.
Packets of this were available, in addition to camomile and peppermint tea bags, at my meditation session last night. I went with this and some added milk.I rarely choose this type of tea at home, but I enjoy it out in the world, especially with added milk or cream.
And then, the whole experience was made even more lovely with a bowl of super sweet individually wrapped milk chocolate bunnies and another bowl of crunchy crust chocolate nut mini Easter eggs.
Is it really possible that people who honk their horn once to alert the ones that they are picking up at 5 am think that no one else is going to hear this in the still city at dawn?
Thank goodness for tea. Seriously.
I appreciate that the flavouring is just as gentle as the base tea itself. Hence, the two meld into each other seamlessly. Almost like an black currant icing sugar drizzle over the Bai Mu Dan.