After two weeks of staring at the same human and feline faces (we haven’t been 100% housebound, but it sure hasn’t been pleasant to go out) and a long, tedious work at home day, I needed a little change, so I broke into this little pouch which had found its way into my Valentine basket.
I like rooibos. I like cherry when it is done properly (which is, unfortunately, rarely). In the case of this blend, the cherry wasn’t cough-syrup cherry, but it wasn’t quite cherry-pie cherry, either. So the mildly fruity cherry butted up against the mildly fruity rooibos and my tired taste buds had a little trouble figuring out which one was which.
I didn’t dislike it and will give it further consideration, along with this perplexer: why is it so hard to make authentically cherry and authentically strawberry teas?