ashmanra shot me this little ditty in response to my rose curiosity.
I wonder how many teas I’d care for less, if not for nostalgia. My grandmother had rose bushes growing up the side of her porch on a trellis when I was a kid — the dry leaf scent takes me back to standing in that pea-gravel driveway and stuffing my little nose into the petal pillows. Nostalgia can be tricky… but when tea trips it, I mostly just feel very lucky and very cozy.
The base is more assertive than I expected! Almost feels like the holidays, as the first sip gave me some baking spices, actually — I first thought cinnamon, but then it smoothed into more of a warming blend.
The rose is wonderful and so, so different than any florals I’ve found hiding out naturally in unflavored teas. I’m definitely down to poke around some more rosies after this example. Thank you for indulging me, ashmanra!
You’re welcome! I am glad it brought back happy reminiscences for you!