I’m still deciding what I think about this one—perhaps that the second steep is better than the first. The mineral wash that reminds me of pu-erh is gone by then, and you’re left with a darker, richer oolong that leans toward the roasted side of the spectrum.
Those of you far too young to have experienced the 70’s don’t have a point of reference, but as I was sipping, I was trying to decide whether it evoked the proper sensory memories of dark walnut furniture, shag rugs, entertainment centers with built in TV’s, and record players, and plaid double-knit pants. Oh, and cuddling up in a comforter while reading through the Trixie Belden mysteries for the fourteenth time. Maybe it does.
There’s another era slightly dearer to my heart, but what would a tea from your favorite decade taste like?
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Velvet pictures and latch-hook pillows. I will inherit a round shag rug someday :)
My grandma had a lamp-ish sort of thing with a Venus de Milo type woman in the middle encaged by strands of nylon—plug it in and oil would drip down the strands. It was kind of fascinating…
Velvet pictures and latch-hook pillows. I will inherit a round shag rug someday :)
My grandma had a lamp-ish sort of thing with a Venus de Milo type woman in the middle encaged by strands of nylon—plug it in and oil would drip down the strands. It was kind of fascinating…