This tea was what sold me on my last Harney & Sons order. When I was a kid, I saw a documentary on the Titanic and became instantly fascinated. I read every National Geographic article on it I could get my hands on, and my dad even took us to see a display of the items recovered from the wreck. Fascinating and tragic stuff.
Anyway, I expected this to be some sort of English breakfast deal, and I was right. The leaves are very short, dark, and fine. My teaspoon scooped up what looks like a lot, so I tried to use a little less leaf than I normally would. Though it brews up very deep reddish brown, the flavor is milder than I expected. It tastes mostly like an assam, but I am also getting notes of Chinese black teas. There’s also apparently oolong mixed in, too? I can’t really detect that over the keemun. It’s mostly just a malty, bready black blend. There’s also a pleasant bitterness that reminds me of dark chocolate in a way.
This is a perfect blend for work, I think. High caffeine and a hearty flavor without being too astringent.
Flavors: Bread, Dark Bittersweet, Malt
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Isnt Titanic the exact same blend as Palm Court? It actually came with a second label once when it first came out and I think that’s what it was. Big Red Sun is Royal English Breakfast.
Granted, it’s a tourist trap, but a Titanic reconstruction/museum is just a couple hours from us and I’d love to walk through it. Love the era, fascinated with the story, and I can always remember the date of its demise—same as my birthday. Month and day, not year. I’m a geezer, but not quite that geezerly.
I’ve had this on my list for quite a while. It sounds nice!
It’s definitely worth getting a sample to try!
Isnt Titanic the exact same blend as Palm Court? It actually came with a second label once when it first came out and I think that’s what it was. Big Red Sun is Royal English Breakfast.
Granted, it’s a tourist trap, but a Titanic reconstruction/museum is just a couple hours from us and I’d love to walk through it. Love the era, fascinated with the story, and I can always remember the date of its demise—same as my birthday. Month and day, not year. I’m a geezer, but not quite that geezerly.