I’m still deciding what I think about this one—perhaps that the second steep is better than the first. The mineral wash that reminds me of pu-erh is gone by then, and you’re left with a darker, richer oolong that leans toward the roasted side of the spectrum.
Those of you far too young to have experienced the 70’s don’t have a point of reference, but as I was sipping, I was trying to decide whether it evoked the proper sensory memories of dark walnut furniture, shag rugs, entertainment centers with built in TV’s, and record players, and plaid double-knit pants. Oh, and cuddling up in a comforter while reading through the Trixie Belden mysteries for the fourteenth time. Maybe it does.
There’s another era slightly dearer to my heart, but what would a tea from your favorite decade taste like?
Velvet pictures and latch-hook pillows. I will inherit a round shag rug someday :)
My grandma had a lamp-ish sort of thing with a Venus de Milo type woman in the middle encaged by strands of nylon—plug it in and oil would drip down the strands. It was kind of fascinating…