I know most of you want a tea with ‘Grrrr!’ first thing in the morning. Not me. I like to ease into the day. I have been craving this one for a few days and I finally get to set down with it.
The scent of the wet leaf this morning reminds me of lazy summer afternoons breaking beans with mom and dad under the shade tree. I hated breaking beans back then, but somehow recapturing that moment in time brings me great pleasure as I sip today. I am also getting light cucumber notes. Not as intense as silver needle but still a beautiful white.
Something else I am noticing that I never paid attention to before – you know how shu often has that wonderful horse tack flavor? In this I can sense inklings or the beginnings of how such a flavor develops. It is buried under the hay, the grass, and the broken beans.
White tea may be subtle but it is deep.
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What a beautiful review KS… Also liking this tea a lot, I think I know how it makes you feel, I have a very similar memory to yours, at my gand parents farm, also breaking beans with my grandma, under a large maple tree :-) Somehow, nostalgia and tea go well together…
Couldn’t stand snapping beans…too fuzzy…but I loved shelling peas when it was hot. Felt cool and soothing on the hands!
beans, peas, didn’t matter. They were green and I didn’t do green back then. But after the gardening was done we broke out the croquette set. Simple times – miss them.
What a beautiful review KS… Also liking this tea a lot, I think I know how it makes you feel, I have a very similar memory to yours, at my gand parents farm, also breaking beans with my grandma, under a large maple tree :-) Somehow, nostalgia and tea go well together…
Couldn’t stand snapping beans…too fuzzy…but I loved shelling peas when it was hot. Felt cool and soothing on the hands!
beans, peas, didn’t matter. They were green and I didn’t do green back then. But after the gardening was done we broke out the croquette set. Simple times – miss them.