After spending some frustrating hours engaged in work, I looked forward with the keenest of anticipation to playing a round of Tea Geek, thanks to the ever-generous RABS.
Today I rolled a “5” on the die and opened the package with keen anticipation.
And what did I get? My favorite tea ever. If I were held hostage and asked to limit myself to one kind of tea and only one for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t need to think. Lapsang Souchong would be my unhesitating choice. I am addicted to the smoky, tar-like aroma and taste of a Lapsang Souchong. Once you get the addiction and try several different kinds, the variations can be startlingly diverse. That’s a real plus as far as I am concerned. For me, two different Lapsang Souchongs can be as varied and different as a lemon rooibos might be to a Keemun Hao Ya A to another drinker.
Life in Teacup will get an order from me. This Lapsang Souchong is incredible! The aroma is intense and smoky which bodes well. Drinking the tea evokes all the pleasurable smoky, warm, bonfire taste but this has more of a tar taste than any other LS I have tried. And I love the tar with a passion! It’s like cedarwood smoked bacon served with tar and it’s simply delicious.
I really must thank Rabs for introducing me to one of the best Lapsang Souchongs I have ever loved. There are quite a few decent but taste-alike LS teas out there. I love them, but not all of them have a totally distinctive taste. Or, as I like to quote from Randy Jackson, my taste and discernment mentor, Life in Teacup has made it their own.
Utterly delicious, smoky, mysterioso and glamoroso, this tea quickly won a place of pride in my personal Pantheon. Thank you, RABS!
Loved your description it made me smile especially this part>. I’ve never actually thought about wanting to " to put on a smoking jacket and light up a cigar."
I’m one of the latest (and most inexperienced) member of the smoky fan club, too!
I do believe we have a convert here…
Smoky Fan Club? I like it!
It’s so funny, the smoking jacket was actually the second image that came to mind. It was so much easier to describe quickly than the first, which involved heavy, wooden furniture with red-leather upholstered chairs and paintings of waterfowl in flight on the walls. Lol.
I, too, am a Smoky Fan. Morgana, your descriptions sounds like the quintessential English gentleman’s club—were there no smoky clubs for the women? At least Angrboda has founded one here!
Doulton you put it so eloquently when all I could think of was Hugh Hefner!
Hah! I wasn’t thinking of Hugh. ;-)