It’s been a long week with lots of tea, had to see if I couldn’t unwind with a decaf. I didn’t open the bag until I got it home. Usually I’m smell conscious with tea, though I thought it was fresh smelling straight from the bag.
Initially, on the trek through the forest there are dank smells and surroundings are woody, so too was this tea, like stopping dead in your tracks on a trail because you’ve spotted deer. I steeped it long as it was not changing color right away as a normal red tea.
Further, deep in the woods on the path there are glimpses of astringency and a tonal cadence very english breakfast. I like the sweet taste and mellow but full mouthfeel. Its probably best to drink it slowly despite my urge to slurp it down.
Further still, winding up the trail to the summit of this tea experience is my own realization that I was drinking far too much tea and coffee this past week.
I sat up late one night waiting for sleep when I had the image of loose leaf teas being cupped someone at a different time zone. I then figured well it’s ‘tea time someone’ I brewed up only hot water, drank a full glass and sat in my bed with a new mystery novel. The mind races and anything could happen if Ceylon could be made decaffinated.
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