13 Tasting Notes
My wife came back from the store with this after we had a real stormy fight. Cheryl’s always doing things like that – little presents for people. Anyone at all. She’s the kind of woman who gets her postman a Christmas present. I don’t know how she’s put up with me, a sour old crab with so much bile in his stomach it started to hiss and spit and burn itself.
This tea has some traditional Oriental calming medicine, and I think it works. Might be related to poppies, if you catch my current (hehehe). You mainly taste some mint, chamomile, all those gardeny herbs. I hope Cheryl doesn’t have to buy it again though.
My friend Rick said in India, the tea he had tasted just like this. That’s because Rick lies through his teeth; he swears the dreamcatcher he bought at the street fair works too. Rick, if you read this, we both know that’s full bull. That guy was Chinese with EXCESSIVE jewelry.
Anyway, pretty good. Kind of just tastes like dumping the whole spice rack into a cup; not too dang ‘exotic and Eastern’, RICK.
Where did they get the cajones, I ask you. David S. Tea, you cowlicker! This tea is less balanced than me last payday, and steeping the vomit I extricate onto the curb would produce a finer dang blend than this!! Because my puke had some actual mango in it!! I’d had INDIAN!!
Dave, don’t put stevia in every dang blend, alright? I’ve had spicier British food.
Unlike my father, this tea keeps it’s promises. The cherry, also unlike my father, is very present. The almond flavour is a great finishing note, the sweet flavour a perfect facsimile of the marzipan icing on the New Year’s Cake me and my mother ate in our little flat on New Year’s, 1986, knowing my father would never came back. We both knew it, we never said it. Words would’ve made it too real.
10.6/10 Would drink again.
