"Do you have any other tea at home?" A boyish face gazed back at me from the other side of the counter, although I have to admit I was distracted by his face by the five-inch long zipper earring in his left ear. The question also caught me quite a bit off guard. I had been standing there, sniffing at jars, for the past fifteen minutes and had been answering my friends' questions about tea. My friend Janet just laughed at the question, having seen the tea cabinet in my kitchen. "It's a yes or no question," he said impatiently. Finally, I answered with a bit of an embarrassed chuckle.
"At last count, about eighty-five." He ignored the high number as he pulled the jar off the shelf and had me take a deep whiff of the hot cinnamon tea he had recommended after hearing me talk about Harney and Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice (now served at Uno's, of all places).
"Keep this tea away from all of your other teas." Now, I am quite careful with my tea. If it's not in a tin, it does not sit near another untinned tea, and I tin them as quickly as possible. I informed him that I do have good tin habits, and he shook his head. "Put it in a tin, and then keep it on the other side of the room." He shook the large silver scoop at me. "We use this scoop only for this tea. After I scoop it for you, I am going to go wash my hands before I touch any other tea. It's that strong." With that recommendation, I took the paper bag in trembling hands, and put it in my purse, away from the more delicate Mauritian tea that found its way home with me. My purse still smells like cinnamon.
The suspense was killing me. Keeping his advice in mind, I pulled out an as yet unused tea scoop and brand new teaball. If they still smell like cinnamon after I wash them, then they will remain dedicated to this tea. The smell was extremely powerful. When he opened the jar, someone standing five feet away commented on how lovely the cinnamon smelled. Think about walking past those cinnamon scented pine cones at Michael's. It's that powerful.
We're not talking cinnamon sticks in your tea here. This tea is scented with cinnamon oil, and sure enough, the scoop did smell like cinnamon after having been used a single time. And the taste! Mmm. It's richer than Harney and Sons, and spicier. Like a red hot candy, but even better. My tongue is all a tingle, and it feels cozily warm on this cold rainy day. This might be the tea to feature at my Christmas Cookie Exchange Tea in two weeks. Not to mention, take the throne as my new favorite. Which is good, since this tea might need its own room to accommodate the whizz-bang cinnamon flavor.