Sipdown no. 24 of 2017 (no. 305 total).
My sons have become fashion plates. They like certain “designers” and that’s all they will wear. Gone are the days when I could find a T-shirt with a cute saying on it or something geeky and get to adore them in it. Now they only wear surfer stuff and they won’t even wear the free swag I bring them from work (which believe me when I say, most kids would find these items quite cool).
I tell this story because one of the things that drives me nuts is their desire to “save” certain clothes, particularly shoes, for certain occasions. They get me to buy them Jordans and they spend hours keeping them clean, but when I ask why they aren’t wearing them often the answer is “because I want to keep them nice.” When I point out that in two months they’ll have grown another size so there’s no point in not wearing them, they look at me like I’m from another planet.
And yet, that’s exactly what I do with teas I like. I save them for just the right time to drink them. Then they grow old and I wonder why I didn’t just drink them in their prime.
That’s what I did with a lot of the black teas I like a lot, including this one. But I keep telling myself I have to become ruthless and just drink them and enjoy them.
So there may be a number of other flavored black tea sipdowns coming up soon. I picked this one to start with because I’d given it the lowest rating of all of the Dammann Freres in my cupboard.
But now I’m wondering why. It’s delicious. I shall miss it, but I must set an example for my kids (at least that’s what I tell myself). Bumping the rating.
