This is one of the Teas from the spring collection that I wasn’t super hyped about and when I smelled the dry leaf I wasn’t impressed – yeah, I got blackberry but the smell was really mild, and there was something artificial to it; but it’s probably received the best reviews here on Steepster thus far, so I was feeling a little better about it.
I went with a cold brew for my first taste; I’ve seen some cold brew reviews that were positive, and this seems suited to that style of preparation. First few sips were good; while it’s an usual pairing, I do like the blackberry and apple notes in this. They’re by far the most dominant flavour, and the hibiscus doesn’t seem to be contributing much overall. Plus, it really makes this stand out from other berry tisanes.
The rose was pretty prominent to me as well, and people who are anti-floral fans probably would be turned away quickly by it, but I thought it added depth to the flavour. It finishes with a very creamy aftertaste. Blackberries and cream, for sure. It’s reminding me of another tea, and it took me most of the 25 oz. brew to place which tea, but I finally did! RiverTea’s Infinite Good Feeling! Both have rose and a really creamy component, though IGF was Raspberry – not blackberry. I like the RiverTea blend a lot better – but it’s nice having something a little similar to it.
Unfortunately, the way that cream flavour builds up the more you drink it is kind of unpleasant. It starts to leave a weird taste on your tongue, and by the time I had finished off the 25 oz. I was reminded super strongly of chalky, chewable childrens Vitamins. YUCK! But it didn’t even start to happen until at least two thirds of the way through my brew – so I think this would be fine in smaller portions.
Landlord’s daughter is in town visiting, and is downstairs in the shared laundry room right now (which is right outside our living room; there’s just a door that separates us). His GF just shouted down at Mariah (the daughter) to stop messing around with the bathroom. The bathroom there is ours; it’s not shared, though it’s next to the laundry. I kinda want to find out what the fuck they were doing (if I had to guess, she was going through the cabinets) but I don’t want to just pop out right after she was scolded either. I’m like 90% sure they don’t know I’m home – and even if they do, I imagine they don’t know I can hear through the door.
But seriously Mariah; fuck off! She’s seventeen, and such a spoiled brat.