43 Tasting Notes
Made this with breakfast. Just as it was finished steeping I remembered I’d neglected to brush my teeth and the tea’s flavor will compete with Morning Mouth Nastiness. Unfortunately, taking a moment to brush my teeth would only make things worse. Having tea compete with the flavors of baking soda or cinnamon or wintergreen would definitely be worse.
Ah Dragonwell… The chocolate of teas.
When I was fourteen or fifteen I signed up to go on a mission trip because a girl I liked was going on it. So I flew to Argentina from the God Bless the U. S. of A., because it seemed like a better idea than just asking her to the movies or something. In fact, if I ever say, “Man, I’ve got a great story,” and you interrupt me and demand to know if there is a female in it, and I say “no”, I’m lying about it being a great story or about being a female in it.
While down there I was introduced to this whole mate business. I was also introduced to this whole caffeine business, which I didn’t really understand prior to drinking a ton of this at 11pm at night and then not sleeping. At all.
As far as the caffeine content goes, yeah, it’s on the high side, but black coffee (which is rare) gives me jitters, while mate doesn’t. I think that Guayaki is the closest thing to name brand mate in the USA. Pretty good stuff.
Mine was actually Teavana’s discontinued Organic Pu-erh. It tea and dirt had a baby, that’s what this tastes like. I do enjoy it quite a bit, but I have to be in the mood for it. Usually it goes like this: I’m looking through my tea collection trying to decide what I’m going to drink, because I’m feeling indecisive, usually I know exactly what it is, and I see it and I say, “Hell, why not?”
I was inspired to put in a bunch of work in my mouth by Owl City’s Dental Care. Not sure if I have weak gums, but the floss caused most of the spots between my teeth to bleed. Then I decided to eat pizza from breakfast (because I’m an adult and adults can make these type of decisions) which I added a thick layer of crushed red pepper (because I’m an idiot, and that’s the kind of choices we make).
Busted gums + crushed red pepper = ow ow ow
White needle tea actually does seem to help. Unlike regular water, which makes things worse.
winces I’ve heard that water will actually make the burn from capsicum worse instead of better. Milk might do the trick too (tea with milk?).
I’ve heard that, too, actually. Something about a base neutralizing an acid. Same goes for soy and…green tea, actually.
Yep. I’m a fan of spicy stuff, and water apparently makes things worse, and milk makes things better. As far as actually consuming food (sans mouth wounds) I’ve not in a very long time eaten something so spicy I had to resort to reparative measures. I’ll just soak up the pain until my pain endorphins start moving around in my brain preparing me for death, and then it’s pretty much the same as when I used to get high.
But I’ve been eating spicy things for awhile, I’m sure I’ve got a better tolerance for that pain than most. Although wasabi is a strange, non-capsicum-based feeling that I still haven’t got the taste for any large amount.
chew on some green tea leaves, I heard that helps.
Sunday night I came home late (1 am), and turned on my music. I forgot that I had my volume turned all the way up from when I left the house in the morning. This was corrected within seconds, but my neighbor (who I share a wall with) started banging on the wall in anger against me five seconds of noise. Today I come home from work with a note on my door about a noise violation from my leasing office. Give me a break.
After finding the note I decided this tea was in order. That choice is, of course, based on nothing. I’m skipping the rating on this, because I’m neutral on recommending this. If you like a lot of jasmine, it’ll be great.
Heh. A friend of mine got a note from her neighbor one time that said something along the lines of, “Hey there! I don’t want to be a jerk about this, because I’m glad that you’re having a good time. However, the noise is keeping me up and I’ve got to wake up early in the morning. If you could just move your headboard to a wall we don’t share I think that would do the trick. Keep having fun! [Just not next to my wall.]”
That’s unfortunate about your neighbor, though. I’ve lived through far worse than a short burst of accidental noise, but maybe he or she was having an off night.
I’m fairly certain she think’s I’m a white supremacist. She’s black and I keep my head buzzed pretty well down (although never bald). One time she had some friends outside on her patio, and when I came home from work, she took everyone inside quickly— like I was going to burn a cross on their yard right then and there.
I don’t have any ill will against her, but I guess I just get under her skin. I’m not for everyone.
The matcha bender continues.
I put back a bowl of this just before going to “show tunes” night at a gay club. A friend of mine from out of town was having a bit of a reunion there. Somehow I know my life is a bit more complete after seeing a bar full of gay guys sing along with a clip of Whoopie Goldberg in Sister Act, specifically the “My God” song.
Also, I was encouraged to try and pick up “fruit flies”. Personally, I’m not one for hitting on females in a establishment that serves refreshments of a spirituous nature. Also, I’m not sure if picking up girls with a title derived from an creepy and/or crawly is a good idea, i.e. “black widow”. In fact, I’ll wager that any female that has a cool nick name is a horrible girlfriend by day two of the relationship. Day one, fantastic. Day two, you’re locked in the bathroom, on the phone with the police, hoping they get to your door before she gets through the bathroom door.
As a tea drinker, this wild life is simply not for me.
A bit down on myself today. I’ve been listening to Cat Power’s Werewolf on repeat for an hour, and later I’ll go see a friend’s modern dance piece later. Sencha is something that feels so common that it seems to meet my mood.
When looking for something grassy, this is my current favorite.
This is Teavana’s crème de la crème of white tea. This is my bread and butter tea. While I’m on the topic of bread, I’ll also point out about the flavor that if tea and butter had a child, this is probably what it would taste like. The texture of the tea liquor has almost a viscosity to it.
After a day with challenges, this is my tea. After a day with something to celebrate, this is my tea. Fortunately, today I am celebrating a good day with this tea and the Avett Brother’s Pretty Girl from Cedar Lane.
