Another store in town has gotten on the tea wagon! They had teas from Stash and Davidson's. I got some of the latter to try for today, Mountain Copper Oolong. They come in a nifty folded pasteboard holder which serves as a handle for the teabag within and each folder has the tea brewing instructions on it. The folder is also a handy bag rea. I am leaving it bagged, but the dry tea is clearly leaves, not dust. It is also organic and the tea bag ia made from a perferated paper. I brewed it for three minutes with water under the boil, following directions.
The liquor is an attractive old copper color and smells like a fairly typical non-floral Oolong, with spicey overtones. I probably shouldn't say that, since there are so many varieties of Oolong. However, I have found that many teas, such as Yunnan, Keemun, Oolong, and Assam have scents distinctive to their class, within a fair range. If you've been drinking tea for a while, don't you find this to be true?
The flavor of this tea is different and I can't quite put my finger on it. It is not floral and it isn't like one of thos that taste to me as though it were left in the oven too long. It's not really light, nor is it heavy and its effect on my tongue is fleeting. It definitely fits in the Oolong class, but I can't nail down the flavor at all.
We have sun and blue sky today and that makes me happy. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood and half the population was out for a walk, with their dogs and cats. The deer were grazing in a far pasture and the geese were flying overhead. A very good day.
Another holiday memory to share. My mother did not like chocolate covered cherries and one Christmas I gave them to her, thinking that if I liked them, of course, she would. She thanked me profusely, but didn't eat them. Eventually my father clued me in. However, since we both loved them we always gave her a box every Christmas and she very nicely always gave them to us.
We had another gift tradition. There was a box that had once held elastic stockings. Ugly box, very ugly. Somehow, it got to be the family joke and every year someone would get a gag present in it. It traveled the country, being passed from one part of the family to another, getting uglier and shabbier every year. We couldn't wait until the round of Christmas phone calls began to see who got stuck with it.