I still have an embarrassment of this tea, which is far too old to take very seriously. (Novice Steepsters, never order a whole pound of tea!) New, it was mild and a little watery due to the decaffeination but you could identify it as a Darjeeling without looking at the label. Now there’s almost nothing left of the grape-iness, just a little bitter nip at the end of each sip.
However, after my week of full-throttle kid wrangling that ended with a Family Night event akin to Nickelodeon Double Dare on steroids, I slept hard for eleven hours and have been starving for carbs all day. The bitterness is a fair balance to the little Pillsbury blueberry biscuits I’m noshing on.
I’m not quite ready to compost the remaining stock—there are still lots of hot weather days ahead and it will ice down OK—but once it’s gone, I’ll just let it stay gone.