My tea tastes are so fickle.
Throughout most of the year, I am all over the black teas—the maltier, the better—with the occasional oolong thrown in. Then, come Spring, or what feels like Spring, boom! And I begin with one or two cups of white or green and suddenly, I am on a white and/or green roll. For as long as that lasts.
So here I am with this delight. The chai treatment on green bases doesn’t usually speak to me. Here, however, the flavouring is all nutmeg and allspice, eggnog-like, with the subtle real pear peeking through. A bit of cream. I detect the slightest bit of citrus too. The green base is present, but gentle. Gunpowder works for me, really and truly. Really a lovely thing, this.
edit—Just checked Anne’s note on the tea and ooops, no nutmeg here despite what I thought was here. To me, the nutmeg came up with the eggnog feeling of this tea. Also, the base is gunpowder and Chun Mee. Well, that apparently works for me too. :)
Another rainy day and I am grateful. The rain muffles the neighbours and calms me, a more ideal combination for sleep. Our team won again in hockey. Hurray! Less in city pride, though go Leafs go, than miraculously I did not hear the neighbours shrieking in the street all night. So YAY!Also, their kids don’t seem to be home, so blessed quiet instead of jumping, wailing, fussing, and crankiness. And I was able to sleep in a bit this morning too. YAY for that! Since these people moved in three years ago, my home has not seemed my own. Someone is there and someone is making noise all. the. time. And if not, then there is the expectation that whatever I begin doing will be interrupted by their noisy intrusion on my life. There, I’ve said it.
And thank goodness for fine tea. Really.
I apologize for my rant. Having said that, ranting, rain, and a fine cup of tea, nothing like it. At the appropriate time, a stellar combination.