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Pure chai more like pure cinnamon amirite?

If you like cinnamon heart candies, you will love this tea. I on the other hand hate cinnamon heart candies.

I’d been having a bad tea week – you know, one of those weeks where every cuppa you make just doesn’t cut it. Bitter or flavourless or just not good. So I finally gave in and skipped the sipdowns, and went straight for a tried and true favourite. I really do love this tea. Delicious smoky black tea with juicy cherry running through it. Always good. Always hitting that sweet spot between a black and an herbal. Just damn tasty.

Somehow ended up with a skinny tin of this at work. Just what it says on the tin: a dry nuttiness from the pistachio, and a smooth creaminess from the cream. Just not enough of either one of them. Next time a longer steep at a hotter temperature. With these flavoured blacks I need to be less afraid of the boiling water dispenser in the breakroom.

I went diving into our sip-down drawer for a flavoured black and came up with this blend from the now-defunct Della Terra. i haven’t reached for it before because I remember it being heavy on the cinnamon. I was clearly making things up because there is no cinnamon at all. Ooops.

I tried a longer steep to tease out some more of the creamy chocolatey tastes, and I have to say that it worked! The black base held up without getting bitter, and I got some nice chocolate and cream flavour. The graham crackers were present in the smell, both dry and brewed up, but disappeared on the tongue. All in all, a very pleasant cuppa.

Prepare for some backlogging – I’ve got a bit of catch-up from the week to do. I’ve become a recent convert to the habit of bullet journaling, and I record tea in that as I drink it. The long-hand notes don’t always make it into Steepster in a timely manner.

All I got from this cup was bitter black. No cranberry, no pomegranate. Just bitter. Very sad.

One of my coworkers is extremely pregnant, so the office threw her a surprise tea party themed baby shower. Lots of yummy food, adorable decorations, a few tears. And, of course, tea. Good old Red Rose. Tastes like grandma’s house and childhood.

Once upon a time, in the far away land of Bloor West Village, there was a little tea shop called Say Tea. Unfortunately, from the cup I just had it looks like “once upon a time” means “five years ago” which means a stale and bitter cup. Join me in mourning our fallen comrade. I should have drunk you earlier.

Whoops forgot to review this one yesterday. Not too pu’erh-funky, bit of creaminess, overall pretty bland. I think I’d have to try it again with a longer steep to get the chocolately-ness to come out.

Not a bad tea at all. Very mild grassy flavour, didn’t get bitter after three steeps (1, 2, and 2 minutes at just under boiling). Tasty, but not enough to make me buy more.

This tea tastes like a whole lot of nothing. I’ve got some dryness from the rooibos, a little tart hit from the hibiscus, and not much else. It could be that it’s late but at least it’s seeming to knock me out. G’night.