2252 Tasting Notes
Something old, comfortable, and familiar to wake up to. Wouldn’t you know it, the one morning I could sleep in I ended up with a wicked case of insomnia…counting on good ol’ PG to fortify me for the day ahead. Happy Thanksgiving: may you run out of fingers and toes to count your blessings on.
Still working on my little 2 oz packet; I don’t not like it, but in retrospect, for what I paid for it, I had hoped it would make me go, “Oh, WOW!” instead of, “Oh….nice.”
Sigh. That’s such a bummer when it happens.
Blacks can be more finicky for me than I thought they would be. On some days? Mind quakingly good. On another day, the same tea might be disappointingly bleh. It leads me to believe that I either need to pay much closer attention to what I’m doing or that my palate is not ill-equipped on some occasions to calibrate itself into the “magic” place.
Here’s hoping you hit a sweet note on the tea before your sample runs out.