2254 Tasting Notes
It looks like A Southern Season may have closed its brick-and-mortar store, and I can’t tell if they still sell online. (Ashmanra, do you know?) Which is too bad, because I just rediscovered a buried sample of this really nice decaf OP yesterday. I had consumed so much hot liquid due to the ear/throat gunk, I sloshed when I walked and you could see the caffeine buzz coming out of my eyeballs.
Had enough in the packet for one last pot. While there will never be a decaf tea ever that is strong enough to suit me, this one had a little bit of personality. A little soapy (in a good way; I think that’s just a standard decaf personality issue), but somewhat dark and sweet, especially after I let it stew over a tea candle for a couple of hours.
At any rate, it made me feel better and I think I’m finally on the mend. Could be the antibiotics, could be the tea, but I think the real medicine may have been an afternoon in the La-Z-Boy watching episodes of Downton Abbey with Tazo snoozing on my lap.
Nothing like the power going out when you aren’t feeling well! I’m whining…we were only down a couple of hours; a fleet of five power trucks trolled our block till they got us up and running again. Could’ve been worse.
Based on past Midwest ice-storm experiences, a couple of winters ago, hubby invested in a solar powered/AC chargeable battery gizmo that is about the size of two car batteries and can run several small items for 10-12 hours. So I could still plug my Hot Shot in for a warm cuppa while we were cold and dark.
This was the warmest no-fuss selection within easy reach. I’ve never decided whether it tastes more like orange, tangerine, or grapefruit, but the fruit is overshadowed by lovely, spicy, warming ginger that is like liquid gold on a raw throat.
I stumbled on to this tea by accident at the Tuesday Morning store, and haven’t seen it elsewhere locally. That’s distressing, since I’m down to my last half dozen sachets. (Still available online, but sometimes I just want to go get something.) Recommended. Grab some for cold and flu season.
Weather and a poorly timed ear/sinus infection (it’s like trying to hear with corks in your ears) spoiled our plans to sneak down to the Ozarks today. But the antibiotics are kicking in, and I had a quiet morning to tackle The Corner of Guilt and Shame (piled up mementoes from mom and sister that I feel bad about pitching). Then we made do with a makeshift lunch date to a good pizza place about 20 miles south. We took the back roads and narrowly missed a dive-bombing by two buzzards that were as big as Thanksgiving turkeys. An adventure indeed.
So this is dessert, and a good one for a raw afternoon—damp and temps in the mid 40’s. When I initially reviewed this, I affirmed that the butterscotch flavor was accurate. Today I’m just getting caramel and burnt sugar. What licorice is in the blend just underscores its sweet pastry personality. I’ll still stand by my conclusion that this is a great little inexpensive grocery store treat.
I am not grousing about today’s chilly rain. It’s a much-needed drought breaker. However, that plus the confounded pre-daylight savings darkness made it stinkin’ hard to hit the deck this morning. Break out the hard core stuff.
And indeed, this one is not for the faint of heart. A review by another self-proclaimed barbarian compared the extra-strong PG Tips blend to oak wood. I might concur with that, if you left the water in the tree stump overnight with some acorns tossed in.
More analytically, PG Tips self-reports that it uses a blend of Ceylon, Assam, and Kenyan teas in its normal formula. I might guess that this rendition is far heavier on the dark Kenyan leaves. Unless you’re really living on the edge, use milk.
At last! An oolong that can stand up to my barbarian abuse! Early a.m., western style, time around 3:30 ish, maybe, while I was rummaging in the fridge for my work lunch—-and delicious all the same. I’m seeing all kinds of taste comparisons in the reviews, but I don’t believe I see raisins and good fruitcake yet, so I’ll just throw those in there.
My tumbler rode to work with me, but didn’t last very far past my office door. Good stuff!
(I hereby nominate derk for “Donor of the Month.”)
Yes, I know this says it’s iced tea. But as my body has shifted to standard time already (I’ll save the DST rant, as I’m sure you can find several in the archives), I needed a boot-in-the-backside wake-up this morning and decided to start with a strong and tannic tumbler of this tea from derk. A little milk to tone down the sharpness and I’m catching some of the subtler cherry wood undertones mentioned in other reviews. Eyes are open, albeit reluctantly. Mission accomplished.
One of you recently wrote, “a little milk can fix nearly anything.” That’s the case with this almond oolong. Fresh and new, it tasted like Christmas sugar cookies with almond extract. My pouch is old enough that although the almond flavor hasn’t gone bitter, the whole blend is running on about 60% power. A little half and half this morning smoothed everything out and made a pleasantly drinkable cuppa.
(Get some fresh. You’ll like it.)