Snookered by tea crockery

I’ve been getting bombarded with these ads from Magic Hour, a tea company with a woo-woo vibe but very beautiful tea ware. They sell their loose leaf in these lovely indigo glass jars, and as a lover of crockery and domestic bobbins in all forms, I really, really wanted them. You know, to pour liquids from one to the other to make magic potions with. I knew I was being snookered by the packaging, so I held off actually purchasing for quite a while. I even looked up to see if I could buy the glass jars all on their own, if that’s what I really wanted. But when I mentioned it to Bernie, he said he’d like to have some new loose leaf tea, so we looked to see if there was anything he’d want to drink that would give me my indigo glass toy.

We chose Bohemian Breakfast, because Bernie likes strong smoky black tea, and Coconut Chai, since there’s a chance of me enjoying that. They came in the other night, and I must say the jars are everything I hoped they’d be. Dark, lovely, with good heft, and stoppers that are easy to remove, but fit snugly into the textured neck.



We did taste the tea, both varieties, one last night and one this morning. I made sure to brew it properly, in vessels that let the leaves float around before straining, and try it without adulteration first. I will say it is high quality tea, which I should hope so since it wasn’t cheap. Flavorful, complex, not too bitter. I guess I’d say I’d like it. But my problem with most teas is that unless I like it better than, like, my favorite variety of spicy chai… I’d rather just drink more of my favorite spicy chai and enjoy it more. So trying new kinds, and then having them in the house, isn’t always all that useful or economical.

I guess I just need to make the effort to drink it. I am so prone to deciding on my favorite thing and always defaulting to it because I know I like it best that I don’t really appreciate variety. God, I’m boring that way. It also means I have something nice to serve to guests, which is fun to make from a “playing with my nice crockery” standpoint.



And I got my goddamn magic potion jars.