After much debate and talking with Ben, both of us have decided that I need a sun-lamp, because my SAD is just awful. Each winter I turn into this pitiful, miserable, pain filled lump…clearly I am actually a plant, though not a coniferous, alas. I used to think I had SAD during the summer as well as winter and I would just deal with it, but thinking things through I tend to just feel grumpy and uncomfortable in summer because I loathe the heat, it is just me being a big baby, but in winter I just get kinda catatonic, one step away from hibernating. Next step is to research a good sun lamp, any SAD people out there with suggestions?
It is time to delve into the pile of notebooks from long ago, filled with tea notes of yore! Today we are looking at Monk’s Mead by SerendipiTea, a blend of Apple, Apple Flavor, Chamomile, Mango, Mango Flavor, and Rosehips, all organic and natural! This tea is supposed to evoke the taste of mead, and I have never had mead, the closest I have had is Oenomel, or Grecian Honeyed Wine, so I cannot say how close this tea gets to its goal. The aroma is pretty great, blending dried apples, honey, and the straw and vaguely fresh apple aroma of chamomile. At the very finish is a slightly citrus sour note from the rosehips, though that fades really quickly.
You know one of the things I kinda hate about chamomile? It gets sooooo stuck into the fine mesh of the steeping basket, meaning it is a real pain to clean, other than that I love the stuff. The aroma is primarily chamomile, blending straw, pollen, strawflowers, and a touch of apples. I pick up a gentle note of mango at the finish, but mostly this is all chamomile all the time. The liquid is a blend of mango and apple with a slightly sour note and a finish of pollen and strawflowers.
The first thing I noticed about this tea is the utter lack of anything but chamomile, the front taste is all chamomile all the time, with strong notes of pollen and wildflowers fading to apples. That apple note builds from a distant apple memory to a full on baked apple, with extra sweetness from the mango. At the finish there is a note of honey, with a slightly sour citrus note, it lingers for a while, making me salivate from the sourness. This is not a bad tea, it did not wow me overly much, but I found it pleasant, I think I would have liked it a lot more if it lacked the rosehips, since for me this tea shined most when it was very sweet.
For blog and (crappy old) photos: http://ramblingbutterflythoughts.blogspot.com/2016/01/serenditpitea-monks-mead-tbt-tea-review.html
I like the feeling of relaxation you got, but not the cursing! Sleep well!
Must get this tisane. Must!!
Sorry about the registration woes. Is it over soon?
Boo to the cursing! But thank god for relaxing tea! :)
Tea and a blankie (actually a quilt made by somebody who loves you) doesn’t fix everything, but it fixes an awful lot!
gmathis – I agree! I have two crocheted blankets I made for me ‘n my husband – I hope that counts :) I am planning to work on my first quilt this winter break. My mother and grandmother didn’t sew, knit, or crochet, but I take a lot of comfort from my grandmother’s kitchen items that I inherited :)
Jaime – it’s sort of ongoing because then we have drop/add, then grading. All opportunities for students to not get their way (for a reason! I want to emphasize that I was enforcing reasonable University policy and not being harsh or “letter of the law” , then behave badly over it.
And that’s why I brought cookies to the registrar’s office whenever I had to go visit. They weren’t bribes (I had my ducks in a row long before registration time came), but more “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with these other people”.
Jaime – I would have loved you! I don’t think things are as bad at most places as they are here – it’s a small private expensive university and these students are really out of hand. I swear they were not this bad when I started. There has been a real cultural shift in the past 10 years. I can’t wait to complete my education and get out of here.
I’m of the firm belief that cookies make everything better.
I went to a small, expensive, Baptist-affiliated college. I know the exact kids you’re talking about. I’m so, so sorry.