I totally forgot that I bought this.
It’s actually quite decent for a straight chamomile. The flowers smell juicy and sweet in the pouch, and after steeping they still smell juicy and sweet.
There’s none of that papery, strawy, sour-to-bitter taste that chamomile can sometimes have. This is no mouth full ’o stale potpourri. Indeed, it has a freshness to it that I find rare in chamomile.
What it doesn’t have, that I have found I like in chamomiles, is a creaminess to it. A sort of smooth and almost heavy mouthfeel.
Instead it’s crisp, with the characteristic hint of green apple.
I’ve discovered that I like this as much as the creamy, sweet kind, if not more.
While chamomile is, still, for me, a sometime thing — I can see this growing on me. I’m giving it a tad higher rating than the Samovar, which is pretty much unheard of for me. Nice job on the fresh flowers, David!
In other news, I’m pretty excited that a couple of total strangers have liked one of my stories enough to recommend that those nominating for Hugos give it a read. Here’s a link to my post about this, and you can also find a link to the story there in case anyone is nominating. :-)
I’ve been on a writing hiatus lately. Too much going on. Trying to gear up for my new role at work which is coming this spring, working hard on the weight loss (it is going well, thanks — so well in fact that my doctor wrote me a love letter about my lipid panel), and trying to keep up with my kids who are now surly teenagers and have secret lives that both amaze and worry me.
But having some folks who don’t know me like my stuff enough to post about it makes me want to at least think about breaking the hiatus. I don’t know whether it will happen soon, but it will happen eventually. It always does.
Flavors: Flowers, Green Apple
