Do you ever find that your senses fight to be right, and you can be led astray by listening to the wrong one? I remember years ago having a dessert that included an orange coloured mousse – we were trying to figure out what was odd about it. It was orange – it should have been orange or peach, right? We couldn’t place it and we were confused. Then my sister said “It’s cantelope!”, and all was right with the world. We were using our eyes, and totally disregarding our tastebuds.
If found the same thing with this tea. I read the description, and throught “Baklava!”. But it isn’t baklava. Then I smelled it and thought “Old Lady Soap and Powder!”, but that isn’t it either (thankfully!). You know when you are trying to remember something all day, and you just can’t get it, then at 2 a.m. you bolt upright and almost shout aloud “Mickey Mantle” (or whatever it is) – you’ve remembered, but usually at this point I forget why I the information is needed. Midway through my cup of this, I had to all of a sudden text my husband “What is the name of that dessert your grandmother makes with Turkish Delight in it? Some sort of cookie…” Turkish delight – THAT is what this tea tastes like.
Not sure that it is a must have, but (now that I have placed the taste!), it is very good.