Skip this first part if you just want to read about the tea: I first smelled this tea in Harrod’s, finding a small, quiet island in the TWG section of the tea department. No small feat, considering it was right before Christmas last year. I sniffed my way through a number of tins and got …
The fact that I haven’t been Steepstering shouldn’t lead you to believe there hasn’t been any tea activity. There were moments of supreme tea bliss in California in the fall, where I managed to visit no fewer than three Lupicia stores in the Bay Area… with predictable subsequent stash-killing results. It did help me forward …
It’s allegedly 96F/36C and I’m drinking hot, reliably floral tea. The effort of flash-chilling this would probably outweigh the negatives of getting even warmer through tea, though. But I love this weather – humidity’s at roughly 60% and the formerly scorching sun has retreated behind the clouds. It’s supposed to rain for four days straight …
Skype asks, ‘Does Skype power your passion?’ (white text on pink background) and I admit that the only time I can talk forever on the phone is when I’m in love with the person on the other end, because otherwise I get bored. M was here, and wanted tea instead of alcohol (wait, what just happened …
I’m a little tired and I need to open a new box of contacts. How I know this? As I squinted at my profile just now, I read, ‘All pets are off’ and wondered what the hell whoever had written it meant by that. Those poor smelly pets. Anyway, this is today’s second batch of Thé …
Today’s tasting notes are going to be wildly unoriginal, as I’ve only had one tea, in two incarnations. This is the first. Hot in spite of the weather, as I had it for breakfast and hot tea really does make more sense for breakfast no matter the weather, in my opinion. I was going to …
I shared a pitcher of this with Em while we hung out on my hideous pink couch. We had a couple of glasses as we caught up (she’s been away) and a couple as I talked about all the packing I have to do (I’m off for a bit on Wednesday) and then a couple …
An Agatha Christea mystery in two sentences: First there was a cold-steeped pitcher of this… …and then there wasn’t. Cold-steeped.
F and I used up all our pilfered wine in the spinach risotto, so we drank the pitcher of this I’d been cold-steeping. I can’t even tell you how much I love Lupicia’s greens iced in summer. They’re just so good. Elegant, delicate, highly drinkable. Now I just have to figure out what to put in …
This is very good, but not quite as good as last time. It has a burnt quality to it that I just don’t feel like today – I think today might just not be the right day for this tea. It’s not illicit library tea. It’s not voting day tea. It’s not bad tea. It’s …