This tea brings back memories of the scent of my Grandmother. She was an immigrant to the US, and simply put, so steeped in the atar of roses (from the Valley of Roses her home country) that her pores simply exuded the fragrance. So how could I not cherish this exotic infusion?
The tea is not only scented, but has a forward flavor of pinkness, and is smooth as velvety petals. Such a delight!
I have loved tea since I was a child, this being a gift bestowed upon me by my mother. It all began with her cups of sweetened Constant Comment (sometimes spiked with a bit of Jim Beam, to cure aches and pains) on cold evenings, and over the years I have enjoyed many teas that have made their way to my kitchen from all over the world.
I must admit from the start that am not a tea-snob. I enjoy the flavors from my own summer garden all through the winter months. There are a few grocery-varieties that will always be on hand (especially Constant Comment) that evoke dear memories of the past. And in that never-quite quenched search for the exquisite, the never-before known flavor, the ultimate tea…well, there are some of those that I love as well. The point is, the longer I live, the more I realize that free can taste just as delicious as $$$. Drink what tastes good, and what satiates your soul.
Indiana, USA
