I tried a mug of this with a heaped teaspoon – it’s fine-grained so doesn’t heap very high – steeped for three and a half minutes – instructions say three to four.
It made a red-brown brew – not cloudy but so intensely coloured as to be almost, but not quite, opaque.
It had a good basic tea flavour with a metallic hint. There was a slightly ‘hard’ edge to it that I found unpleasant – rather like staleness but not quite that. It made me think that -possibly three and a half minutes was too long.
So I brewed another mug for just three minutes, but used an extra half-teaspoon of tea.
It had a slight aroma with elements of straw and sweat. Nothing special in the mouth: it had good basic tea but that hint of ‘staleness’ again.
Not one I’m going to buy again.
I hate those days. :( I’m having one of them today too — I have this little hump I have to get over next in my story, and it’s uninteresting to me — so I’m cleaning house instead. Oh, the procrastination! At least I’m doing something useful, I guess.
I’ve set myself a hard minimum of four pages a day, and some days they’re just…terrible, but I feel like that’s a manageable number even when I’m hating it.It was going so well too. I’d finally poked a hole in it again, and then I made the mistake of stopping for the day mid-scene (I had to, it was bedtime and I have to be able to get up early) and now I just can’t seem to open that hole again. I’m trying to force myself to put down at least 100 words daily (I write slowly even when it’s going well) and see if I can tempt the muse back that way but it’s not going so well. Writer’s blocks are made of boo.