Teabrat sweetly sent this succulent sample to savor (OK, enough alliteration) and it was (well, maybe just one more) superb.
I carefully stuck to low temp and short time and in return, got a sensory road trip down memory lane: I was responsible for helping pick and pit the cherries from my favorite reading tree. (What? You didn’t climb up to the first V-branch with a book you’d memorized because you’d read it so many times you could recite it?) Anyway, this tea tastes like what those fresh pitted cherries smelled like. Cherry perfection.
Nice, I am glad you liked it too!
There have been some long, impassioned Steepster conversations about the lack of really good cherry teas that don’t taste like cough drops.
yeah I have noticed that myself…
yeah I have noticed that myself…