I’ve sampled this tea twice and gotten different impressions of it, so it has a lot of facets to examine. The first time I tried it, I mostly picked up on the maple.
“Mmmm,” I thought. “Sweet, sweet Canada.” My eyes fluttered with visions of maple leaves, Mounties, moose, and POLITENESS. Oh my goodness. So much HUMAN DECENCY.
And health care! The bountiful health care! O CANADA!
The second time I tried the tea, I got a lot of malty richness. I got less of the syrup, and more of the toast. The depth of the black tea made me think about a nicely crisped bread piece. Hmmm.
Neither time did I get a lot of cinnamon/butter, which I thought was a little odd, since I feel like cinnamon and butter are pretty key. Maybe a future sip will yield it, but even if it doesn’t, this is a pretty swell mixture.
I would happily sip it while watching a Toronto Maple Leaf ice hockey game, traipsing through the Yukon territory, or practicing my français in Montreal.