Truth be told, I wanted to wait and do a blog post on 'tea the dutch way'. When I was in the Netherlands, I discovered that they have a lovely way of doing tea. They bring out a teapot filled with hot water, and then glass mugs, and a plate or bowl filled with a variety of teabags. Their teabags are always made in the kind of packets that describe what kind of tea it is (not just a box of teabags thrown in helter skelter, like we do in Scotland). So instead of going round and asking what kind of tea everyone wants, they just boil the hot water, bring out the selection, and to each his own. It's a lovely tradition. So I was saving up my jasmine tea to use when I finally purchased some little glass mugs, and quite honestly I've never gotten round to it. So tonight I'm perusing the cupboard and realise that in the name of 'waiting for that special day' I almost missed my loose leaf jasmine tea entirely. And in the spirit of excelsior I am just going to go for it, my lack of glass tea mugs notwithstanding.
Assam tea, which I had earlier this week, is a pretty heavy duty tea; even Candy Cane tea is like eating sticks of peppermint; and Thai Bobo Iced Tea is like a medley of fruits and sugar, and it's difficult to find the tea, almost.
But Jasmine tea is light. Fragrant. Peaceful. Restful. Calm. Unassuming. It brings to mind light, fragile flowers, and Japanese gardens, and glass teapots. It's the kind of tea that can wait in the cupboard for 88 days, and not be bitter or resentful when it's finally brought out. I'm enjoying this tea just as much as I ever did, and it's a happy reunion.