Almond Oolong


Tea of the Day: Almond Oolong by Adagio Teas

Description: Combining savory almond with the bright, fruity-floral taste of Taiwanese oolong tea, our Almond Oolong is great on its own, as well as the perfect dessert complement. Smooth, clean and unroasted almond nutty aroma. Full, rounded body and sweet marzipan flavor.

Dry tea smells like amaretto, sweet almonds with a little bit of a kick.

Steeped tea has a similar scent, except with a coffee-like depth to it

Liquor is a clear reddish-brown in the cup

Without sugar, a smooth and nutty tea with a sweetly almond aftertaste, with a hint of a bite.

Adding sugar makes the tea even smoother, almost like there’s cream in it. The almond flavor is also more obvious and the tea begins to taste like the decadent dessert it smells like.

Tea Rating: 4.5/5

Earworm for today, from the song “The Light” by Sara Bareilles:

You are the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
Such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
Nothing better than this, oh, and then the storm can come
You feel just like the sun, Just like the sun

It’s frustrating at times, these emotions I have running through me.

Not because I don’t want to feel them, but because I’ll be damned if I can express them without sounding cliche. Maybe that’s the point though, to find someone you can be unabashedly corny about.

Continuing on with what I feel when I listen to this song..

I am fire, light and warmth fueled by something unseen. I’m fine with burning myself up for others, though I periodically need to re-charge from the constant giving, shut down and hide away.

I need peace and quiet or soft music, need to walk or run or just dance like crazy, all of these things are true.

But there’s something else, now, a change in the internal workings.

When I think of shelter, of rest and comfort, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t my big comfy chair, under a blanket with a cup of tea in hand and music playing.

It’s a hug.

Specifically, a hug from my man.

I’m the warmer one in the relationship both in terms of actual physical heat and level of energy I have…but he has become my sun.

To stand in the sun, and to be wrapped up in his arms, they feel the same: warm and safe and joyful.

Except, my sun isn’t dependent on season, or weather, or time of day.

I’m drawn towards him unlike anyone or anything else. With him, I bloom like a flower, relaxing and unfurling outward from the tight bud at my center, letting him in where no one but me has ever seen.

Turn your face towards the sun
Let the shadows fall behind you
Don’t look back, just carry on
And the shadows will never find you” – Rhianna


Passion Fruit


Tea of the Day: Passion Fruit Na Pali by Hawaiian Islands Te Company

Description: Anyone who’s traveled to the Na Pali coast of Kauai understands the majesty of the mountains standing against the pounding of the sea. It is this boldness that inspired the name of our bold and practically perfect passion fruit tea.

Dry tea smells very very sweet, and makes me think, for some reason, of plums.

Liquor is a dark brown in the cup

Tastes sweet and fruity, less like plum now and more like mango or papaya. Slightly bitter

Tea Rating: 2.5/5

You’ll find a way, and may death find you alive..

Yes, I listen to popular radio. If you don’t know, that line is a snippet from “Uma Thurman”, by Fall Out Boy

But there is no shame in enjoying clever lyrics put to a catchy tune

This line in particular catches my attention because you kinda have to think about it.

“May death find you alive? How could death find you any other way?”

And then, the dawning realization: There is a difference between having a pulse and functioning brain and being alive.

You can survive but not live, like coma patients or people who are severely depressed or stuck in the past, unable to move forward. You can become numb and withdrawn, every snapshot of your life looking exactly the same as the one before, emotions buried because they’re not “safe”

So, new life goal:

Live the kind of life that makes Death reluctant to bring an end to your time

There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living“. ~Nelson Mandela



Tea of the Day: Lavender-Tulsi

Description: A soothing organic tea blends leaves from the tulsi plant, which has been revered in India for more than 5,000 years for its healing properties. Gentle lavender adds its special aroma to create a tea that fosters a sense of calmness and serenity

Has a sharp, herby smell, nose tingly with a hint of mintyness

Steeped tea smells the same

Liquor is a clear chestnut brown in the cup

Herby yet light in flavor, sweet aftertaste. Adding sugar makes the flavor a little stronger, but adds astringency to the aftertaste. Better without sugar

Tea Rating: 3.5/5

Today, the image in my head is of an old witch teaching a young one, just starting to notice that the world is not as simple as her young mind would have it be

I slept in last nights clothes and tomorrow’s dreams/ but they’re not quite what they seem,” the little girl sang as she skipped around her teacher’s house, her long twin braids swinging back and forth behind her, leaving shimmering trails in the air

“Nothin’ ever is, child”

She heard the voice, and stopped short. There was no one in sight and no sound of another person, just the bees and the birds that so loved Mrs Mera’s garden. It was the best garden in town, a riot of colors mixed with practicality, since Mrs Mera grew fruits and vegetables right alongside the most beautiful flowers you could imagine. Mrs Mera was also the wisest witch in the city, and anytime she took in a new student, the whole community sat up and took notice

The little girl, Mina, only knew that she had always loved the garden, and had been learning how to grow one of her own from Mrs. Mera as long as she could remember. It was only recently that her lessons had taken a more serious turn

Right now, she was feeling slightly alarmed, wondering if this was a test

“What do you mean?” She asked, sitting down on the wooden bench at the entrance to the garden, hands crossed in her lap, head swiveling around, trying to figure out how she could her Mrs Mera but not see her.

“Your mind tries to make the world around you make sense, makes you miss things that are right in front of you” Mrs Mera said, from the bench right next to Mina

Mina squeaked and jumped, and only Mrs. Mera’s quick reflexes saved Mina from falling off the bench into the dirt.

I know very well that I am in a minority here. But still, how can you call yourself a true tea-lover if you destroy the flavour of your tea by putting sugar in it? It would be equally reasonable to put pepper or salt. Tea is meant to be bitter, just as beer is meant to be bitter. If you sweeten it, you are no longer tasting the tea, you are merely tasting the sugar; you could make a very similar drink by dissolving sugar in plain hot water“. ~George Orwell, “A Nice Cup of Tea,” Evening Standard, 12 January 1946

Goji Berry Green Tea


Tea of the Day: Goji Berry Green Tea by Stash Tea

Description: Goji berries, native to China and Tibet, bring a slight tartness and bright citrus notes to this refreshing green tea with matcha.

Smells sweet, citrusy and sharp, with a bite like there is ginger in the tea. Same when steeped

Liquor is a light greenish-pink in the cup

Light sweet flavor,lightly citrus

Adding sugar makes the tea a bit more tart and robust

Tea Rating: 3/5

Today’s musing is based off of a line from a song that echos in my mind

The song is Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

The phrase: “the sweeping insensitivity of this still life”

This phrase catches me pretty much every time I listen to the song, making me wonder what it means

My first reaction is: how can a still life be sweepingly insensitive? Since when does stillness care one way or the other about anything? Also, to me, stillness is restful.

So then I jump to still life, the painting term, which also doesn’t make a lot of sense to be insensitive, although at this point I get an image of a painting of an angry man sweeping a bowl full of fruit off of a table with his arm

This brings me back to an emotional response to that phrase..

…sometimes stillness is not a good thing

The biggest example that comes to mind is when there is a change in your family structure that leaves a quietness in the house that was not there before

Someone dies, someone moves away, someone leaves for another reason, and what’s left behind is stillness

In cases is like that I can absolutely see why this still life would be sweepingly insensitive, because the very fact that it is silent is a screaming reminder of what you have lost

This changes the whole tenor of the song for me

From other lines of the song, the impression I got was more one of anger or frustration at someone because of the end of a relationship of some kind

But, breaking down this one phrase like that, the rest of the song is suddenly sadder than it was before

I love lyrical content such as this; the more you think about it, the more complex it gets, meaning you can listen to the same song a hundred times and still get something out of it

Some people may say music is not meant to make you think but I think that all art is meant to move you, to challenge you, to challenge the world, and music is no exception

Sweet Chai of Mine


Tea of the Day: Sweet Chai of Mine by Good Earth

Description: Take a step back for a little “you” time. With smooth vanilla and decadent maple flavor infused with traditional Indian chai spices, Sweet Chai of Mine is the perfect way to do just that

Sweet maple smell followed by the spiciness of chai. The maple smell is stronger when steeped

Liquor is a clear red-brown in the cup

Tastes like sweet maple candy, with a spicy note that blends perfectly with the smooth vanilla

Tea Rating: 5/5

Life is all about music

I don’t mean just what you hear on the radio or listen to drown out the world, though that is part of it

All of life is a song, loud and quiet, simple and complex

The beat of your heart makes up the rhythm, and all the world follows it

It sounds very human-centric to say that our heartbeats make up the rhythm of the whole world, but it’s not. Because your heartbeat alone isn’t the beat, and neither is mine. It’s all of the hearts in the world (including all the ones of the other animals we share the planet with) together that make the pulse of the world

And you can’t resist it, no one can. We walk in time to it, breathe on the upbeats, move with it.

We feel our best when in sync with the world’s pulse

You might say that we as people are above all that

But we really aren’t

We’re still driven by the sunrise and sunset (even if we are night people)

We still find peace in the stillness of early morning and comfort in the rising of the moon

Space is at a premium because there are 7 billion of us and we all want a yard

Some of us spend thousands of dollars a year to go back to nature

There are only two places that I consistently find peace, every single time:

Out walking a trail through woods and fields

And in the arms of the one that I love, listening to the shared beat of our hearts.

“You may be the only guy my age I’ve ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it’s in Earl Grey tea.”
“Yes, well,” Jace said, with a supercilious look, “I’m not like other guys. Besides,” he added, flipping a book off the shelf, “at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It’s required.”
“I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.”
Jace flipped a page. “Very funny, Fray.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones