Since I have 100 freakin’ grams of this, I better start liking it soon…or at least develop some severe Stockholm Syndrome with it. I’m going to write A LOT of notes on this one. Luckily, this time was significantly better than the last liquid hot cracka (INSERT: right pinky creeping up to the edge of my lip). I actually tasted the vanilla…and it was pretty pleasant. Saffron going strong and still practically a white tea, but a tea inching closer to what this is supposed to be. A part of me suspected that it didn’t blend well when I tried it before, and that suspicion may eventually be vindicated.
Indian Marigold, I might grow to like you. I have to remind myself to drink you when I want a white tea and a deceptive kick of caffeine and falsely advertised flavor. In our intercourse, you should then enlighten me that you, in fact, did not lie to me. You might make me consider how brazenly I wanted to try you, and you may have shuttered at my boldness. So you hid your flavors, your prized inner white girl, your vanilla. You are a delicate lady after all, and I should treat you as such. I do want to truly taste you; that just means I must provide better care and courtship. And we will have plenty for that in these next few months at Michigan State University. You’ll have to company me on the ocean blue in 1492, witness the grievances of Rome against Carthage, listen to the voices of America’s most stereotyped minority, and become more secular as we learn how to compare politics around the globe.
Some days will be jubilant. Others may be dull. And too many may be draining. I need to be in high spirits. Can you keep those spirits high?
Flavors: Almond, Hay, Saffron, Vanilla, Wheat