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Crazy day. My mom is going to go through yet another round of surgery, so I’ve been frantically running errands, packing, and cleaning the apartment (especially for the inspections that are going to occur whilst I’m gone, ugh) before catching my flight this weekend. Here I am, deciding what I should take and what I should leave behind. I know I know, I’d take it all but there isn’t enough room in my luggage! Hell, I even have to leave my winter boots behind. And I’m going to freaking Alberta. Not a good idea.

I’ve been rationing this like no one’s business. Why? Because this was by far my favourite of the matchas that the gloriously wonderful Sil sent our way to the West Coast. I think this was distinctive level flavouring? Either way, it was one of the more mildly flavoured options and yet it is tremendously flavourful. Pure amaretto. OMG. I’ve been stretching out my sample so I could get four cups out of my share, and I have two to go. I should just suck it up and drink it so I can order more. But but but, I need to finish a bunch of my French Vanilla first. First thing’s first.

Simply put, it’s the most intensely realistic and accurate representation of an amaretto + matcha lovechild. It’s about as close as dumping actual amaretto into your matcha latte, except you don’t get that alcoholic bite.

Thank you, Sil, for Mount Matcha! Onwards with listening to old-school Metallica and cleaning/packing. I randomly got Welcome Home (Sanitarium) in my head whilst I was cleaning last night and now I can’t stop playing these old albums, especially the above mentioned song. Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality.