Queued post, written June 8th 2014
Recently Husband went on a sailing trip with my dad and my uncle. My uncle has a sailing boat, it and scouting are his two major interests, so he’s had it for many years. Once a year he arranges a so-called Boy Trip, where they sail to Warnemünde (Northern coast of Germany) and back to Nykøbing Falster (Southern bit of Denmark) in a weekend. It’s usually some constellation of my uncle’s son, his step-son, his step-daughter’s husband, my dad and my husband. It all depends on who can go. This year it was just the three of them. Meanwhile I had a super-boring weekend while being home alone. Weird, because normally I enjoy being home alone, I have since I was a child, but this time it was just boring with nothing to do.
Anyway, to get right to the point, my father while in Warnemünde decided to break my new tea ban and get me two pouches of tea. He doesn’t drink it himself, disliking it immensely. (and before anybody starts going “oh, but have you shown him all the different ones there are? Maybe he hasn’t ever had a good one. Nobody can totally dislike tea!” Yes they can and no I haven’t. I haven’t tasted every kind of beer in the worl either, but I still know I don’t like beer. Why must some people always ‘convert’ others cost what it may? If I was the potential convertee and I hadn’t expressed interest myself, I would find that sort of thing extremely irritating. And that was just my little soap box moment) So he found a shop and took Husband with him for advice, which was good because the first tea my father went for was a Darjeeling… I think there were a number of other unsuitable choices as well, until Husband took over and chose a couple of Assams instead. Phew! Close call there!
We’ve started on one of the pouches, letting it replace one of the every-day tins in the kitchen cupboard. These are the things reached for when Husband is making a cup of tea for himself or it’s just something to drink without requiring too much thought.
I’ve had it several times, and I’ve tried to write about it as well, but all I’ve got so far are a number of false starts. It seems to be extremely difficult to describe. It won’t unlock any of its secrets for me. So now you’re just getting what I can wrest from it. I need to move on with my life, really.
It smells malty sweet but not super-strong. Only getting a very little bit of a raisin-y note. None of the Assam-y cardboardness.
Flavourwise it’s stronger than the aroma leads me to believe, but it’s a fairly standard Assam. Quite smooth, but malty with a smidge of raisin in the background and that funny cardboard-y note throughout.
This is all I can get. Really, I would love to tell you something far more inspired, but I can’t.
And that’s fine too, really. Just because a tea doesn’t invoke huge impressions, it doesn’t mean it’s not a very good tea. Which it is.