A Review of Dragonwater's Honeybush
Hi everyone,
I'm always looking for other people's opinions and recommendations on things, so I thought I'd share mine. Hope someone finds it helpful. :)
It sat in my cupboard for months, partially forgotten and partially lost from interest. Black teas and green teas swirled in my cup, green tea and mint, black tea leaves and milk, like a forecast. Then one day I ran out of black leaves, and my mood crashed violently, nothing suited to the delicate moment of something green.
Honeybush. I bought a sample bag from Dragonwater months ago. I wasn't sure what to expect. I like Rooibos tea and I had heard the two had similarities. The open bagged wafted an entirely different scent. Rooibos always boasted a darker scent. Like vanilla, and a hint of coolness, the end of the night and beginning of the day before the sun started to rise but the light had just started to peer over the edge of the horizon. Full, an image of thick and pregnant bubbles entered my mind when I smelled the bag.
Small leaves spilled into my hand. I wondered if they would behave like the gunpowder green tea leaves, the so-called bullets and unfurl like small meditative movements. In the water they crowded against each and vibrated, happy little songs sending up new scents instead of words.
Once in the cup, I held the tea to my nose and inhaled.
Warm jewels.
Diamonds and sapphires and rubies and emeralds all warm with the sun's glow, they pass my lips. I close my eyes and picture each stone glowing in the sun, shining and picking up the heat of the day. I think about stones and their preciousness, and I can't help but think about how each stone comes from a place where the locals drip with sweat. People pry diamonds from the earth of South Africa, rubies bleed from red Madagascar, sapphires slide from dreaming, great Australia and emeralds whisper the memories of the great kings of Egypt.
As I sip the tea I can't think of ice. I cannot think of the stones as cold. Their heat and pulse fills me and shoots through my body, and I am warm.
X-posted to my own journal.
I'm always looking for other people's opinions and recommendations on things, so I thought I'd share mine. Hope someone finds it helpful. :)
It sat in my cupboard for months, partially forgotten and partially lost from interest. Black teas and green teas swirled in my cup, green tea and mint, black tea leaves and milk, like a forecast. Then one day I ran out of black leaves, and my mood crashed violently, nothing suited to the delicate moment of something green.
Honeybush. I bought a sample bag from Dragonwater months ago. I wasn't sure what to expect. I like Rooibos tea and I had heard the two had similarities. The open bagged wafted an entirely different scent. Rooibos always boasted a darker scent. Like vanilla, and a hint of coolness, the end of the night and beginning of the day before the sun started to rise but the light had just started to peer over the edge of the horizon. Full, an image of thick and pregnant bubbles entered my mind when I smelled the bag.
Small leaves spilled into my hand. I wondered if they would behave like the gunpowder green tea leaves, the so-called bullets and unfurl like small meditative movements. In the water they crowded against each and vibrated, happy little songs sending up new scents instead of words.
Once in the cup, I held the tea to my nose and inhaled.
Warm jewels.
Diamonds and sapphires and rubies and emeralds all warm with the sun's glow, they pass my lips. I close my eyes and picture each stone glowing in the sun, shining and picking up the heat of the day. I think about stones and their preciousness, and I can't help but think about how each stone comes from a place where the locals drip with sweat. People pry diamonds from the earth of South Africa, rubies bleed from red Madagascar, sapphires slide from dreaming, great Australia and emeralds whisper the memories of the great kings of Egypt.
As I sip the tea I can't think of ice. I cannot think of the stones as cold. Their heat and pulse fills me and shoots through my body, and I am warm.
X-posted to my own journal.