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A monk sips morning tea
A monk sips morning tea,
it’s quiet,
the chrysanthemum’s flowering.
- Basho
(1644-1694)
Note to self—-you do not actually need any more tea.
My real tea obsession began in February 2015.
Not, sadly, when I had been living and working in China, though I very much enjoyed sampling a variety of teas during my travels there as well. No, no, that would have been far too sensible.
I am a reformed coffee drinker. I still enjoy a long double espresso with a good quantity or milk or cream from time to time, but for now, tea is my thing. All day.
*note—this is way out of date, so if we are doing a swap and you are checking to see what I like and dislike, mostly never mind what you find below. One of these days, I will update this. In the meantime, check what I’ve been drinking and use your own judgement. I like all the teas. Well, I am open to trying all the teas.
I tend to drink black, green, or oolong tea in the morning to early afternoon. Rooibos or
Honeybush or herbal in the evening. And perhaps some sort of sleepy-type tea in the wee hours.
This year, I’ve been discovering flavoured teas, so it may look like that is all I drink although that would provide a false impression.
Not a big fan of chocolate or mint in teas, but I will try them and, from time to time, have been pleasantly surprised. Also, usually I dislike a prominent cinnamon flavour, if untempered with other things, in teas. Again, I say usually, because there are exceptions.
Also, please note that haven’t quite gotten into the habit of updating my tea cupboard on Steepster, and it is unlikely that I will do this on any kind of regular basis.
I drink my tea black and unsweetened. If there comes a rare moment that I add something to it, I will mention it.
Finally, while I thank large and successful tea companies for tantalizing and beckoning me to the world of tea, I prefer to support independent ventures with real people, real enthusiasm and commitment, and real dreams.
Currently, I am researching monthly tea subscriptions. Perhaps it will keep me out of tea shops.
And here is Shae’s rating scale— which I am using with permission, of course— which more or less describes the way I have been rating teas. I am going to make more of an effort to stay very close to these parameters now.
Rating Scale
1-20: By far, one of the worst teas I’ve tasted. I most certainly will not finish my cup and will likely “gift” the rest to my sweet husband who almost always enjoys the teas I dislike (and vice versa).
21-40: This tea is not good but if I mix it with another tea or find another steeping method I might be able to finish it.
41-60: This one is just okay. I might drink it again if someone were to give it to me, but I probably won’t be buying more for myself.
61-75: This is a consistently good tea. It’s reliable but not necessarily special.
76-90: This one is a notch above the rest and I would gladly enjoy a cup of it any day of the week. I’ll likely be keeping this in my cupboard, but it isn’t one of my all-time favorites.
91-95: One small change and this tea would be perfect. I’ll definitely have a stash of this in my kitchen if you come over for tea.
96-100: No words can describe this tea. It’s an experience, an aha moment. Closed eyes, wide smile, encompassing warmth. Absolutely incredible. Perfect.
Location
Mostly, but not always, Toronto, Canada.
That first steep got me through the cold morning I had it. Have you read my note on that one?
Totally agree, I was actually going to review this one next! I don’t resteep my teas, so I’m just gonna be writing about that delicious first steep. :)
@Mookit: I didn’t even realize re-steeping was a THING until this site. When I was a kid, my nana (grandmother) used to re-steep her Celestial Seasonings or whatever teabags. My mother would make fun of her behind her back for being so stingy. Reading people’s reviews now shows that sometimes re-steeps bring out different flavors, which is kind of exciting. So maybe my grandmother WASN’T stingy. (Just kidding. She totally always has been).
Was that the cold morning you had to sprint to an anthropology field trip?
If so, I’ve read that review, but somehow forgot that you were writing about this one.
It was in Madison, Wisconsin for a Dracula Ballet.
The one you thought of was the Eco-Cha Dong Ding.
Aha, no recollection of Dracula Ballet. I will backtrack. But not this moment as I am on the train and we appear to be arriving.