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Note to self: Dopn’t add too much tea. Don’t let it steep too long. Don’t try adding more hot water to the cup make it better.
And don’t expect to be cheerful when it’s 4am and you can’t sleep.
Wrong tea, at the wrong time. Tastes like Mud. But all my own fault.
Wouldn’t be fair to re-rate this tea over this.

My first ever commissioned blend, a few years ago now.
Dark, strong if you let it, yet light and refreshing with the right care.
Today, it’s a small amount and a quick steep as the weather is stinking hot.
Yes, it’s light, sweet and refined. The nilgiri in the blend really rounds it off, even in a light brew.
The only chance anyone probably has of getting some of this is to drop round to my house. Oh, well, I can always drink it all.

With cardamom!
I had to have one, as a mini-celebration for editing and posting my video blog on it.
http://www.robertgodden.com.au/id5.html
And it was great, went well with the baking heat of the day. really nice combination of tea and spice. 2 grams tea, three pods.

My morning Pick-me-up. It’swas hot already at 6:30am when I had this.
Great tannin tones on an ultra-gentle smoky base.
Wobnderful start to the day.

At one o’clock this morning, before retiring, I had a cup of this. I was having trouble sleeping.
I can’t remember drinking more than one sip, but it clearly helped. The cup was empty when I woke up.
I remember how warm and gentle it was. Truly a great tea.

Once more I am relying on this to help with a migraine. and it’s delicious gentleness has helped.
I must go and have another

A nice way
to start the day;
I’m reflective
it adds perspective;
Today there’s no bitterness in this tea
And I’d hope, none in me

Last night I met a group of skilled migrants who were looking for jobs. I took them tea and hope, I hope.

Great Summer Saturday Morning.
Trilok Gurtu on the Stereo
French Toast with tea salt on my plate.
And mmmmm blue mountain. Perfectly brewed, expertly blended* exquisite paragon of a cup of tea.
Ahhhhh. Floral notes that sing in the mouth, but quietly and angelically. Tea that is happy to hold up the stage without wanting to dominate it.
More, please.

(*yes, blended by me. Commercially, a while back)

After last night’s fiasco with appalling cardamom tea, I was enraged, so I made my own.
Made up some assam, cracked open three green cardamom pods and dropped them in the pot.
And it was a corker. It was as good as the pre-packaged garbage was bad.
Malty of course, but with a lovely overlay. Ahh, good tea with cardamom – simultaneously conjures up the hot dusty desert roads of its origin. and the decadence of the desserts it usually follows.

After the launch party for our TV show, we hadn’t eaten much, so we stopped at a small afghan place. While waiting, I browsed the shelves and found this in half kilo packs.
The anticipation of the ride home turned to consternation as I opened the packet. It smelt of menthol.
I brewed a pot anyway.
The cardamom smell, previously absent, did come out as the water was poured on.
The first sip was nice, mildly cardamommy.
Then the mentholation hit.
I have no idea what is wrong and why it tastles like mothballs. I only know I have 498grams that I am never ever ever going to drink.
Selling this tea should be an indictable offence.