Truthfully, I had still yet to try even one. Oops. To which it was then suggested that we try one together. My mother isn't over fond of 'fancy' or flavoured teas (just the odd Earl Grey, otherwise nothing beats a good Assam) and my boyfriend is some heathen who isn't over fond of tea at all, which left just myself and my father to try one. We opted for the Caramel Cream because not only did it smell absolutely divine I felt that it was a tea that I could pay less attention to (no need to meditate on watching leaves unfurl).
I opted to make a pot, selecting my two cup cast iron tea pot, with my little Japanese green glaze cups to drink from (I also made mum an Earl Grey and I think my boyfriend just had water, but no one cares about his uncultured tastes anyway). As I poured the tea into my measuring teaspoon I observed just what was there. Black tea leaves, obviously (I suspect Ceylon), but also tawny and sage tinged leaves and a single golden drop of butterscotch. I have since realised that there was only once piece of butterscotch in my whole test tube, so I may look at adding my own to future cups as the scent and flavour as it melts is gorgeous.
Anyway. I consulted the card that came with my tea. The dried 'leaves' are, in fact, petals of calendula and sunflower. Interesting; I would never have considered sunflower as part of creating a 'cream' or 'caramel' flavoured tea.
So onto our first sips, which immediately elicited a positive response. I feel that I had perhaps got the tea to water ratio a little off, as I felt it a touch too week, but my father disagreed. This tea wasn't a subtle flavour. It tasted much as you'd expect from a tea entitled Caramel Cream. A sugary sweetness, with a creamy aftertaste, such as you might get after eating good quality fudge. This is the Lindt Lindor of teas.
When asked to comment, my father said; 'it was really nice and creamy and caramelly. I'd say it was smooth and a good drink with a sweet accompaniment, like cake, etc.'
It didn't take long for the the two of us to finish off the pot; which was good in the sense that I really needed to get on with cooking dinner.
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