One of dearest friends is a tea reviewer. Today is our weekly get-together, and I have the privilege of tasting new teas with her! ^_^ I must admit that my palate is not nearly as refined as hers (at least not on teas - scotches maybe more so. I learn a lot when I drink with her, but mostly I'm enjoy the mental and physical ritual of enjoying tea with her.
Our first tea of the afternoon was a black tea. I have not been drinking a lot of black teas recently, so it is a pleasant change. This one tastes like a sunny late October afternoon in the Shenandoah mountains, sitting on the back porch - a day where he grass is still green, but only a last few russet colored leaves rustle in the wind, a day when you can still feel summer's kiss, but have a fire laid awaiting against the evening's chill. I feel like I want to curl up under a quilt while sipping this. A very enjoyable tea, not too heavy on the tannins, but still a roasted flavor. I smell honey mead and she smells pine nuts, but in the end each person's interpretation of a team or of any experience, belongs to that individual alone.
At this moment I am filled with contentment and joy. It sometimes feel strange that, in this technically-oriented world that pushes us to rush forward and constantly "do", that I can sit for hours over a cup of tea with a friend, but times like this truly are the happiest in my life.
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